04/11/2026
Fantastic advice for creating a bear safe community.
I walked out of a den this week. I haven't eaten since October.
In November I weighed over two hundred pounds. I went underground, my body slowed down, and I stopped eating. In January — in the dark, alone — I gave birth to two cubs. I nursed them for three months without eating anything myself. My milk came from stored body fat.
I came out weighing closer to a hundred and thirty. Two cubs behind me who can barely walk. And I can smell your trash can from farther away than you'd believe.
🐻 I don't want to be in your driveway.
I want calories. Berries, insects, grasses — the food I normally eat — won't be available for weeks. Right now I'm surviving on whatever I can find. If your trash is unsecured, I can smell it, and I'll follow that signal because I have cubs and nothing else is ready yet.
Here's what matters for both of us: if I find food at your house, I come back. And if I keep coming back, I stop being afraid of people. A bear that loses her fear of yards doesn't last long. The best thing you can do for me is make sure I find nothing here and move on.
🌿 What helps:
- Secure your trash — bear-proof cans or a locked enclosure. Put them out the morning of pickup, not the night before
- Take down bird feeders from March through November — they're one of the strongest attractants in suburban areas
- Don't leave pet food, grills, or coolers outside overnight
- If you see me — make noise. Yell. Bang something. I'll run. That's the best outcome for both of us. A bear that's afraid of your yard is a bear that stays safe
- Don't approach cubs. I'm calm until I'm not, and my cubs change that math fast
I walked out of a den this week with two cubs I built from my own body. I need to gain back a third of my weight before summer.
Let me pass through. I'd rather find a rotting log full of grubs than your trash can. Help me keep it that way. 🌱