boy who lives down the street. He comes over for lemonade. So I said, âWhoâs there?â Then I heard another noise, and I turned around. And there was this huge black bear leaning against the screen door, trying to come in. I just about fainted!â
She didnât strike me as the fainting type. âThen what happened?â
âI shut the door. What do you think I did? Invited it in?â
âAnd the bear clawed the screen?â
âNot at first. First it came around to that window. It stood up and stuck its head inside, like it wanted to climb in, but it couldnât, so it went back around to the screen door and started tearing it apart. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.â
âWhat happened next?â
âWell, my daughter had left this thing outsideâwhat do you call it?âa Thighmaster.â
âA Thighmaster?â
âYou know, one of those exercise thingies you squeeze between your thighs. She had left it in the backyard. I looked out the window and the bear had the Thighmaster in its teeth. It was chewing on it and clawing at it and tossing it in the air.â Mrs. Hersomâs eyes grew wide. âI kept thinking, âThat Thighmaster could be me!ââ
âHow long ago did this all happen?â
âForty-five, fifty minutes. If you hadnât taken so long to get here, you might have been in time to shoot it. Why do you let those things run around wild?â
âIâm sure you were scared, Mrs. Hersom, but black bears rarely harm human beings.â
âDonât patronize me. That thing was dangerous. If Iâd had a gun, I would have shot it. My daughter has a gun, and Iâm going to borrow it.â
âThatâs not a good idea, Mrs. Hersom. Believe me, you did the right thing in calling the police.â
My pager buzzed on my belt. Kathyâs cell number showed on the display. âExcuse me. My sergeant is trying to reach me.â
âYouâre going to shoot it, right?â
âNo, maâam. Not unless I have to.â
âWell, what if it comes back?â
âExcuse me just one second.â
Kathyâs voice was full of merriment. âGuess what just ran across the road in front of me?â
âYouâre kidding?â
âIâm at the corner of Bog and Tolman. Get over here.â
I said, âI need to go, Mrs. Hersom. The bear was just seen up the road.â
âWhat about me?â
I backed out of the kitchen. âIâll come back. Close your doors and windows for now, and youâll be OK.â
She followed me down the hall. âWhoâs going to pay for my screen door?â
âI need to go, Mrs. Hersom.â
She called after me down the walk, âIf you see that bear, shoot it!â
I found Kathyâs new GMC parked in the shade of some trees, a mile up the road. The trailer with the culvert trap was hitched to the back of it. Kathy was nowhere to be seen, but a ticked-off red squirrel was chattering in the beeches at the side of the road.
I pushed through some dusty roadside raspberries and found my sergeant standing underneath an old beech, looking up at the squirrel perched on a limb above her head. The little animal was scolding her as if she had given it offense.
âI hate to tell you,â I said, âbut thatâs not a bear.â
âAnd I was just thinking we could have used a smaller trap.â
âSo where did it go?â
âOver there. Into the bog.â
Kathy Frost was a tall, sun-freckled woman with a bob of sandy hair and the toned arms and legs of a basketball player. Her uniform had a huge stain over her right breast.
She noticed where I was looking. âBreakfast burrito,â she confessed sheepishly.
âActually, I was checking you out.â
âIn your dreams.â
We spread out a topo map of the area across the hood of my truck and put our heads together.