My Walk On The Wild Side: The Three Little Bears and Me

Not sure I've mentioned that I am pretty much a city girl. I love nature as long as it comes without the bugs and wildlife. No likey insects and snakes espesh. Not that I would call in Woody Allen to exterminate a bedbug in the bathroom, but you get where I'm coming from here.

So, the little one and I escaped our perpetual weekend abandonment (little league season) to head out to the wilds of Pennsylvania with friends over the weekend. Hammock? Check. Pretty trees? Check. Cedar smell? Check. Trampoline? Oh yeah! Check (even did a spreadeagle). Bears in the backyard??? CHECKKKKKKKK!

Yes, after a few recent brushes with Brooklyn wildlife, we decamped to the country only to find ourselves in mortal jeopardy from three backyard bears. Having pretty much no clue what we were supposed to be doing (although one of my friends DID, IN FACT, GROW UP in the wilds of Alaska), we googled. After all, what shack in the woods would be complete these days without WI-FI?

Just in case you find yourself hanging in the country with bears one weekend, the solution is this: pots and pans. Our yelling, talking and camera flashes in my vain attempt to capture the moment without actually risking life and limb by going outside didn't do it.

But our final crescendo of clanging pots did the trick.

Any other city folk want to chime in with your own rustication dramas?