People move into the hills around here. The hills are alive with the sound of black bears, grizzlies, mountain lions, wolves, coyotes, foxes, and similar assorted predators. Then the people wonder where little Po-po Poodle and Ki-ki Kitty went when they were let outdoors...and if they are unlucky, little Bobby and Susy.

Me, if I go walking up in them thar hills I take b'ar spray AND a largish handgun. The latter is not to shoot the critter, but to shoot the dirt and hopefully scare it away. Us human-types are trespassing, whether we're Euros or Shoban or whatever.