SKUNKS and RACCOONS and BEARS: oh my!

I know it is the wrong "story", but at 1:20am today, I was startled out of my sleep by something or someone knocking over the garbage can which is 15 feet from the door to our room. I jumped from my bed to see what was the matter. I ran to the window and threw up the sash. Oh yeah, wrong "story" again. I mean I ran to the screen door (because it is so nice here at night that we sleep with the door open) and threw it open thinking to find a dog trying to get into our garbage. I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when I saw it was a large, round furry animal staring back at me. We looked at each other for about 10 seconds when Rich finally awoke asking me what I was doing. I said, "There is a bear out here in our garbage!" Rich grabbed a flashlight to check him out, but he lumbered off down the driveway before we could get a good look. Yes, it was a black bear and we found other evidence of his visit when it got light out. Evidence called SCAT or bear poop. Good Grief, Charlie Brown! What other visitors will we get to entertain.