Wish I could get a good picture of where the bear was licking the car!
Ew, but it's my favorite bit of evidence. ;)
There are a TON of scratch marks and he ripped up the passenger seat.
They are HOME. The bear broke a window ate a whole bottle of catsup and a container of couscous. I think my husband kinda liked his bear encounter. It's making for great tales...
"The second night we left sausages in out car, but no bear." "If the bear woulda just been nice, I would've given him some of our chicken..." Just glad they are home so I can rest well tonight. They are making fun of me for worrying, but I don't care! It was a bear!