I blame it on the chicken.
We’d bought fried chicken the night before. It’d been a long day on the water. We were hungry and there was nothing to eat at home. So we stopped at the co-op deli, bought a bag of fried chicken and brought it home for dinner.
I remember thinking “Hmm, it sure smells good.”
Later that night a bear had the same thought.
Our neighbor’s camera caught the rascal sniffing out the cars in the car port. Probably the same bear that had checked the cars last month. This time he was inspecting our car. Luckily we’d locked all the doors. That didn’t stop him from walking around the car and peering through the windows. No chicken for you buddy!