On the deck, Finn starts acting like a wack-a-loon. He’s sniffing around and we think maybe he’s been stung by a bee.
The kids are freaking out.
“Call the vet right now.”
“I think he’s having a seizure.”
We try to calm the children. We say, “Let’s just finish our dinner and watch him. He probably just got stung or something.”
We try to sit and finish dinner, but the children are preoccupied with Finn’s preoccupation. He’s really sniffing the edge of the deck, and his tail is curled under.
“He’s scared!” the kids yell.
“There’s probably a bear under the deck!” they say and the freaking out begins again.
Everyone is convinced that there is a bear hiding under our deck. They refuse to calm down until we check.
Mr. Thought asks, “If it is a bear, will I be able to outrun it back up the steps?”
The kids tell him no, but remind him that he only has to creep down the steps and look under the deck, he doesn’t have to go all the way down to the doorway where he would, perhaps, corner the bear and be attacked.
Mr. Thought practices getting over the gate quickly.
H takes Finn inside, where Finn begs to be let back out to the deck to protect us all.
Mr. Thought walks down the steps slowly, looks around, and walks back up slowly.
“I was about to give up my search when I saw the most …”
H comes back out, “What was there? Was it a bear?”
Mr. Thought begins again in a slow calm voice. “Everything is okay.”
There’s something about the way he says it though, that makes us all feel like maybe he did see a mama bear hiding in the corner under the deck.
“I was about to give up my search when I saw the most beautiful nest of baby birds!”
I can’t wait for the next time we think there’s a bear close by. Third time’s the charm, maybe?
That was last night. The birds are learning to fly today. It’s nice, but I mean I feel like we just met them and now they are all grown up.