Have you ever wondered what you would do, if you ran across, a bear? No, me neither until our recent holiday in Canada.
In August this year we enjoyed ten lovely days in Vancouver as a family of three, a city we’d first visited twenty years ago, when it was just me and my husband. On that first trip, visiting friends out in the country we had, from the safety of their kitchen caught sight of a bear in the garden. Still, the chances of this happening again in the middle of Vancouver seemed highly unlikely.
Which is why all three of us were discombobulated, by this sign, spotted while taking a walk in Robert Burnaby Park no more than twenty minutes away by foot, from our rented flat. Especially as me and my husband had carelessly dismissed our daughter’s questions and concerns about bears in Vancouver.
It’s highly doubtful that picking up the phone would have been my first response, though I did grab a rock, well maybe a large stone and my husband afterwards admitted to looking around for a large stick. Both of which would have been completely useless had we in fact seen a bear.
Nonetheless I was relieved to be provided with a bit more information on another trip out, this time to Whistler, eighty miles or so north of Vancouver:
If you meet me …..
- Do not gather around me (or my cubs)
- Stay calm, don’t run.
- Back away slowly, give me space
- Never feed me.
- Keep dogs on a lead.
Would have to say, with some tiny adjustments this set of instructions could usefully be applied to the being on the right, 😉.
On another walk, in Queens Park towards the end of our stay we came across this sign, alerting us to Coyotes:
I was particularly interested in what to do if a Coyote got too close:
Be Big, Brave and Loud
- Stand your ground with arms overhead
- Yell, ‘go away Coyote’, to alert others.
- Never run and maintain eye contact.
Not sure just how Big, Brave and Loud I would be if faced with a Coyote but still reassured by the practical advice. And I liked the fact that there was another Hotline to call, should your Coyote appear to be too aggressive.
Though must admit being Big, Brave and Loud sounds more like a good night out on the town to me, than a means of staring down a Coyote. But each to their own.
So, that just leaves the rat, and this is based on a long-standing family joke about the time I did pick up the phone to call Islington Council to report a rat I’d spotted snuffling amongst the bins at the end of my road. In my defence it was large, and I was reading The Rats by James Herbert at the time. But Outraged of Islington was seriously in danger of disappearing up her own bottom as she picked up the phone to report, said rat.
Luckily I have two younger sisters who very quickly brought me back down to earth, asking for details of the call and ‘did I think Islington was a completely rat free zone?’ You can read the full story here.
So, there you have it
Until next time