The bear should get his pals together and find that clown. Who does that? What kind of sick, insecure little jerk needs to prove he's a big man that way?

I'm a woman (obviously). I had my first stalker at 10. TEN years old. I've had about 8 since. And I mean actual criminal harassment not just some annoying dude. I've been grabbed, cornered, threatened, followed, you name it. All by men who decided they wanted to posses me.

It's not all men, of course. Not all men are creeps. But trust me when I tell you it happens enough that it is a very real safety concern.

I'm afraid of bears. I have a very healthy respect for nature and the things and beings in it that can kill me. I'm also weary of men and mostly bring my husband with me everywhere.