We fought the bears for years over their garbage can raids. Perfect for a part Native American Indian girl who happened to be a tomboy. Me.
I discovered at an early age that I could get really close to whatever I was stalking. Every hour that I was not in school or confined to the house, I was out exploring, climbing trees, looking for the “wild things.”
It was my passion. Inevitably I would bring home some live critter, which terrified my poor mother. I always hid my catches in my bedroom closet.
Rabbits, snakes, turtles, baby birds, rodents, and even lizards got "trucked" home. The one that didn’t make it was a baby fox, but I tried. I honestly tried to get a fox in there.
|Me with my only pet as a child, Spot Hinds. This was my tomboy age.|
My heart thumped with anticipation and the fox kit squirmed and squealed.
They even had axes! To that bag, they added the rest of the fox kits.
I was promptly bum-rushed into his car (before I could spew more cuss words) and rushed home, then sent to my room. I have never seen him so angry at me.
His spy network was functioning just FINE. Getting calls at work because of ME, made him very grumpy. It happened way too often. He had bigger fish than my problems to deal with and I was interrupting something important. It was an embarrassment to him that I was always in trouble.
I knew a spanking was waiting for his homecoming that night.
She must have been hysterical, if fox moms can be hysterical. I don’t know if they caught her. I didn’t WANT to know. I mourned for weeks and left wildflower blooms for her, the kits, at the location of the den. Dad had the men seal the hole with heavy wire.
I was in the process of climbing under the deep branches along the ground to explore my new discovery, when I found someone had beat me there. A sleeping black BEAR!
The bear opened one eye. My breath stopped. He huffed, but went on snoozing. I think I swallowed a kidney!
I beat a hasty retreat in the opposite direction and never returned to that tree.