Azizi, the name Wee-wee for the pig was from a childhood tickle game played with the toes of small children and babies, starting with the big toe,

This little pig went to market
This little pig stayed home
This little pig had roast beef
And this little pig had none
And this little pig went, wee, wee, wee, wee,
All the way home!

The bear that ate Wee-wee was a grizzley and did similar damage to my friend's outbuildings as was noted in the link to Hinton by Guest. Bear traps were set up and two bears eventually moved to a less populated area.

Like brucie I've spent a lot of time in bear country too, but mostly on horseback, so the bears usually prefer to vacate when they hear the the horses coming or get a whiff.

Which reminds me of a the time I spent at treeline once, with my pants around my ankles. There had quite recently been a grizzley around digging up wasp nests, but I was suffering such lower intestinal agony, from an unwise feed of cole slaw the previous evening, that any clump of trees looked pretty welcoming, even one with a bear.

Alone in my vunerable postion and pain, I can remember thinking, "C'mon you SOB, please put me out of my misery". Never saw him, but then perhaps I'd discovered a pretty good bear repellant. I've heard that geese foul their eggs to make them less attractive to predators too.