And it was an ultra-modern version of the song talking about crack-corn a la crack-cocaine.
And the I don't care bit is just plain untrue.
It's bear season.
This made the news today.
For mum and dad- that's the next mountain over. The temple we walked to. Yup. That close.
A lot of people around here have an extra field up in the mountains. They bushwhack a patch of forest and plant a plant-and-leave crop like plums, chestnuts, soba, corn or apples. Unfortunately the bears don't recognise title-hold and tend to view these crops as a new convenience store in town.
From mid-summer through until late autumn we get bears. Not every day. Not in the kitchen eating porridge but yup, real bears. They go after all the crops but especially corn. It's like an addiction or something. Once they pop they just can't stop. Crack-corn.
Amy brought a letter home from kinder today about avoiding bear incidents:
1. Don't go out into the fields/ forests before 5:30am or after 5:30pm. I think we're pretty safe there.
2. Surround your corn crop with an electric fence. Haven't done that. After losing about 1/3 of last year's crop to bears and monkeys we planted the corn right by the house this year. Jury is still out on whether this was a good idea or not!
3. Be noisy when you're out and about. Never fear on that one!
Here's to a quick recovery for my fellow villager and a beary safe Autumn.
I had to do it at least once, right?