Well, the picture sorta speaks for itself. Okay, but the story behind the bear…

My dad makes some weird friends at the “coffee shop.” That’s what farmers call whatever place they eat breakfast at in the morning. Well, one of his “friends” decided he’d like to go into the chainsaw wood sculptures business (you know…the American dream), so my dad, being the helpful fella he is (family members laugh now), tried to help the guy get his start. Dad would donate the huge log if the guy would give him the finished product (ahem..see photo)

My wonderful family decided not to warn me about the new creature at the end of our driveway, so when I pulled in at about 10pm and my headlights flashed over this beast, I just screamed, “WHAT IN THE HELL?!?”

A couple weeks later I found out that our bear had become the talk of the town. Some of my high school classmates apparently make special trips just to drive by and see it. I think you can see why it’s been such a big hit. If you can’t, let me spell it out for you: “Look how he’s holding the fish…yes, it’s a fish.”

Over the 4th of July holiday, our neighbors finally found women’s lingerie big enough for it and thus, gave the bear a styrofoam cup chest. It was payback for my dad’s creative arrangement of their 2 reindeer last Christmas.

So yes, my dad loves the bear. It has started to lean a bit on its base, though. I’m almost hoping it falls on my car when I pull in, so I can say my car was attacked by a bear. And yes, dad wants the guy to make another sculpture for him.

And thus, I present to the world, the leaning bear of doom and proof that my weirdness is not entirely my fault. Well, visual evidence #2 shows there were other victims (sorry, siblings. proof was needed.)