Call me crazy, but I happen to think they're amazing creatures and am completely fascinated by them.
So a couple of weekends ago, John and I were up in the mountains for our anniversary and we were hiking a really cool prayer trail and all of the sudden we start hearing some, ummm, interesting sounds. We both got really quiet and looked wide-eyed at each other. It sounded like something BIG was moving through the nearby trees. Twigs were snapping like crazy, and every couple of minutes we'd hear some low growling noises.
I was beside myself with excitment. I looked at John and said, "THAT has GOT to be a bear. Oh. My. Gosh. We're gonna see ANOTHER bear. C'mon!" The noise was coming from several hundred feet away, and there was a property fence separating us from the noise, which probably explains my brazenness. We quietly inched our way up to the fence with our eyes trained in the direction of the twig-snapping and tree swayin'. My heart was racing, and I was rehearsing in my head all the things one should do if one sees a bear, and seriously, I was giddy with excitement.
Finally, John saw something large and brown moving into the clearing. He pointed for me to look, and then I saw it: a long, brown tail swishing back and forth. And as I'm thinking in my head, "Wait a minute, bears don't have tails like that", I hear the growl again. Only it's not a growl, it's a MOO! It was a stinkin' COW!
A COW!!! It's funny now, but I was incredibly disappointed at the time.
So we were walking back to our cabin, and laughing about that cow, and just enjoying the beauty of a summer day, and all of the sudden I unintentionally stepped over a snake, and that startled the snake which jumped and scared the daylights out of me. I jumped, and screamed, did a little jig, then ran
In retrospect, it's probably good I didn't see a bear that day. I couldn't even handle the snake.