by Tena Starr
copyright the Chronicle July 13, 2016
ISLAND POND — Leesa Timpson was upstairs doing housework last week when she heard noise in the kitchen. “Hey honey,” she called down, thinking her husband had come in and was making an early lunch.
But it wasn’t her husband; it was a bear, who had broken through the screen door, helped itself to a snack, and ambled back out. When Ms. Timpson heard the door slam, she went to the bedroom window, and “there was a bear walking down the ramp,” she said.
“You want to know what bears like?” said Cliff Timpson, her husband. “Cashews, olive oil, and marshmallows.”
Ms. Timpson said she came downstairs and saw the bear sitting at the end of the ramp just looking at her.
“I totally should have been afraid, but I wasn’t. I started banging on things and barking like a dog. It finally blinked at me and lumbered away. Then it hit me. Woops, there was a bear in my kitchen…To read the rest of this article, and all the Chronicle‘s stories, subscribe:
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