By Jody Perejda
I add more seed to the feeder, cursing the squirrels. I put out corn cobs for the little bastards, but they scale my feeders, driving away the song birds.
I’m about to call animal control again about the goddamn Rottweiler from next door when I realize that it’s a black bear tearing down my feeder. I pick up my broom and stomp out the back door.
“I’ve had it!” I shriek at a bear that’s probably never had an 86-year-old woman confront it. I whack it on the snout with the broom. We both back away…knowing we’ve gone too far.
Oh, I love this!
Your story made me laugh. I could so identify! What a wonderful way to engage your reader and put her in the moment.
The old woman shows courage infused by her rage. Nice character development.
What bothers me in the last line “We both back away. . .knowing we’ve gone too far.” This story is from the woman’s point of view; she may know she has gone too far. She can’t “know” about the bear’s thinking brain. She can observe behavior of the bear and assume he ‘s as startled as she is.
Wonderful! ‘We’ve gone too far.” Is it politically correct to hit a bear?
Great story! I loved the courage of the old lady! It could have ended badly for her but maybe both realizing they went too far, turned and ran from each other? Love it!
Many are the times I have – gone too far. Never would I have considered to jot it down as well as you have. Thanks for the eye-opener.
I can see my aunt doing this! I’ll think twice before I take things too far. Well done.
Very funny take on the idea of “(wo)man vs. nature.” Well done!
Cool
Great frustration
I’m with you.
Love the story not the curse words. There are so many other words to use. Great job