My grandmother was a high-school librarian in Chicago, and when she and my grandfather retired they moved to a lakeside cabin on the edge of what would become the [Boundary Waters Canoe Area.] One morning while my grandfather was away, she encountered a bear on the back porch, rooting around in a garbage can. Thirty years of dealing with testosterone-fueled high school kids had prepared her well for this moment: she grabbed her broom, went out there and shooed that bear away.
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Well done, librarians!
My grandmother was a high-school librarian in Chicago, and when she and my grandfather retired they moved to a lakeside cabin on the edge of what would become the [Boundary Waters Canoe Area.] One morning while my grandfather was away, she encountered a bear on the back porch, rooting around in a garbage can. Thirty years of dealing with testosterone-fueled high school kids had prepared her well for this moment: she grabbed her broom, went out there and shooed that bear away.