alisa alering

Writer of fantasy and other fictions

What I Saw in the Woods


For those of you who don’t know, that’s a bear track. The picture was taken two days after Christmas in the woods behind my Mom’s house in Pennsylvania. When I was growing up, there were no bears there. When my mom was growing up, there were no bears there. Now, there are bears. Well, at least one bear. I find it…unsettling. As an adult I have discovered that I am only OK w/ scary animals to which I became inured during my Appalachian childhood. Copperheads, OK. Rattlesnakes, OK. Cobras, so freaking not. Coyotes, I am working on, as there is a whole pack living in the field behind my current house, and they howl like mad when I am out walking the dog at 11pm. But bears? Seriously, that’s the kind of thing I read about in Reader’s Digest ‘Drama In Real Life’ when I was 9: “…and then the grizzly just put my entire head in her mouth, and I realized that the crunching sound was actually my skull breaking under her terrifying teeth…” It seems the world is always changing, and not necessarily in the direct I expect.

Author: Alisa Alering

I write stories. I read stories.

2 thoughts on “What I Saw in the Woods

  1. Wow. There are Coyotes all around NYC and that freaks me out, but bears in Franklin County?

    Also, +1000 points for Drama in Real Life. And for being you, out there, being.

  2. For reals. Mom’s been going on about “oh! the bears” for the last couple of years, but I thought, well…I thought ungenerous thoughts about people who believe what drunk hunters them. But young whippersnapper me, I got showed. Bear + proof. Write me sometime and tell me about your being.

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