Seems that last year, a week or so after we went home from vacation, a she-bear decided to do her shopping right here at my favorite Hayward Grocery Store.
Being a very well-read bear, she made sure she followed the signs and entered through the correct door.
Once in, she had choices:
To the left, fruits and vegetables. Straight ahead, liquor, and
Deep inside all the other departments including yummy smelling baked goods.
She chose liquor. Wouldn't have been my personal preference - - - but hey, to each she-bear her own.
The human shoppers were all herded out of the store so she could shop without interruption.
A little later she became very sleepy, after feeling the sting from a little dart, and was carried out of the store by several helping hands.
Today one of her close relatives, whose fate was far more painful than her own, graces "her" liquor department as a reminder of her brave adventure.