No matter where Vic and I wander, if his mother knows in advance, she warns him “Watch for the Osos Grandes!” How she has become fixated on giant bears mauling her only boy, I do not know.
Imagine my surprise, when yesterday the police finally found and killed a bear two miles from my house.
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