Well, I'll tell you what I was doing... Tiptoeing through the dark house worried about what Elvin, Mr. P's dog next door was barking at so hysterically. I got up to see the flashlight waving around outdoors and then heard a gun shot! Turns out that a certain very large and very black bear was sitting in the apple tree having a snack. Mr. P does not want bears hanging around the yard. [Neither do I, come to think of it…] So he warned him off. Last seen, he was making tracks back up into the woods where he belongs. I didn't step foot out of the door last night though. I really don't WANT to see a bear that badly. I'll watch them on TV, thank you very much. I hope he decides to find other places to hang out at 4:30 in the morning. It's crowded enough around here already. Besides, I have plans for those apples myself!