N.J. man faces fines in bear attack.
[He] was hiking at Worthington State Forest in Warren County with his three children late last month when he saw the black bear and tossed a bagel its way in the hope of getting a snapshot.
But the plan backfired. The bear devoured the bagel and went after Jacobs' 5-year-old son, Billy, who was left with claw marks on his arm and shoulder blade.
This kind of thing makes me feel ill. This sort of person should not be allowed to care for children or perform in any role involving responsibility for others. "Oh, look, a wild and deadly animal which is much stronger than me and about which I know next to nothing! I'll just lure it over here near my children whom I have forgotten in my much more important quest to get a photo!"
I have a Darwin Awards Omnibus (who doesn't?) and one of the most unsettling ones was about a woman who was merrily spreading honey on her child's face so that she could take a wonderful photo of the bear licking the toddler.
I'm not sure if I've told this story here before, but I have to tell it. No food involved, but ****....
When I was a girl, we lived on an AF base in Colorado. A heavily wooded base. We had everything around there, coyotes, racoons, bears
... They would come into our cul-di-sac both for the garbage and the crab-apple tree in one of the yards.
So, picture the scene. There is a bear prowling around our shared driveway, not doing anything, probably too busy digesting the apple glut to bother opening a trashcan, but still a grown female black bear. My mother and sister are in the hall, trying to calm down our panicking puppies, I'm in the kitchen, trying to keep our tom from busting through the wall to show this female who's boss, my dad steps out into our fenced yard to keep a better eye on our uninvited guest. This is all at about 11'o'clock at night. Dad looks over the fence, and what does he see?
Our next-door neighbor, having given his eight-year-old son a camera, standing in his carport, trying to get this groggy, still in his pajamas, child to go up to and get a better shot of the bear.
I swear, you could hear my father's "get the F*** inside!" from across the base. I didn't get to see the bears (being on cat-duty and all), but from the description (bear in driveway, guy in carport) there couldn't have been more then twenty feet, absolute max, between that bear and that child.
Yeah, we didn't get on with the neighbors on that side.
This is the same man who decided that ten-year-old me was responsible for making sure our toms didn't fight. If he'd come over and said Moonbeam was causing him trouble it would have been one thing, but going up to a young girl and berating her that her cat is horrible isn't going to help you.