Baiting

Ever woken up like a bear with a sore head? Well look on the bright side, at least you didn't wake up with a bear with a sore head in its mouth. Your head to be precise. Like this woman:

You see it could always be worse. Stories like this aren't actually that interesting I realise, as it's just another 'wild animal does something wild' article. Not really news. The last time one leapt out at me was when a killer whale killed its trainer at Sea World, and the press reported everyone's surprise. Why were they surprised? If it was called a cuddle whale, or a long walks on the beach at sunset whale I could understand but it's a killer whale. Are they equally amazed when they get stung by a stinging nettle? Anyway, the reason I am thrusting this under your nose is because of the accompanying image. It shows a park ranger setting a trap to catch the bear.

So if you were to catch a bear, what would you use as bait? Peanut butter? A lady bear? A picnic basket? No, you erect a tent in front of it. How obvious! After all, if you wanted to lure a paedophile into a large metal trailer, you'd build a playground in front of it wouldn't you. Well, this is the same idea. Brilliant! True you'd end up with a  few stray ramblers looking for a cup of tea, but you can't make an omelette without breaking a few legs.

But the real question is why not bait the trap with a mutli-coloured dance floor and play 'Funky Town' over some loudspeakers? After all, everyone knows bears love a dance. I've seen it on the telly.