2 days ago, up at Kody Kamp, after just having put a pot of snow over the campfire to melt into drinking water,
I looked over and saw a bear.
I was immediately impressed by the size of the bear, or rather the lack of size (about the size of 3 raccoons), and I thought to myself, "ah I can take him, what's all the fuss about?!"
Just at the moment, mama bear came sauntering along behind the its cub whom I had mistaken for being full size.
I slowly backed down the hill facing the bear, as all the signs around Ashland instruct one to do, and put the campfire between myself and the bears.
Mama kept on coming, not in a threatening sort of way, but in a "Mama don't give a phuck, Bitch." sort of way.
A few minutes later, while still coming down she looked @ me
more like, "dude? you're still here?? Alright, now it's on son!"
She pawed and postured, and made what I could only describe as a hissing sound...yep never knew that bears hiss.
Meanwhile, as my was flashing before my eyes I had been looking around
for something useful to save myself.
The only thing I could see was a mostly empty bottle of Isopropanyl (rubbing alcohol).
I Remembered my past year studying from a 1914 chemistry textbook that was in the library @ The Annex, I remembered how potassium reacts violently with water and with skin, how hydrochlorous acid is slightly less acidic than hydrochloric acid but is unstable so quickly breaks down into an oxidizer (bleaching agent--->"Bleach"), and I remembered how pure alcohol is quite flammable.
So I grasped the remaining bit in the bottle in my hand, and waited as patiently as one could (while fearing for their life) for the bears who were coming towards me, and I prayed, "God, I hope this enough, and it will work."
And just when mama bear was getting ready to charge at me, I dumped the half-a-cup on rubbing alcohol on the campfire.
WHizz bang whent the campfire as it roared up and off went the lil' teddy with mama running behind.