A bear visits us...again

Very early this morning, a bear visited us. I should say that she visited the kitchen. She pushed open the front door and went into the kitchen where she opened the one drawer with baking supplies, and dragged out the Toll House chocolate chips and this time, the white chocolate chips. I say this time because I think this bear visited us several years ago and was just as tidy and neat as this one, leaving only packaging. The butter dish was licked clean, a bag of rice crackers finished off, and the brown sugar sucked out of the bag. She bit into the green tea box, but found it disappointing, and so left it. I can understand this. She did not try the refrigerator. She would have hit the jackpot there with the chocolate ice cream. Given her choices from the cupboard, chocolate is a favorite. How could I not feel a kinship with the creature? She made the same choices I would have made, she was very quiet and so did not wake us up, and the only mess she made was the packaging on the floor. However, two visits are more than enough. The next time she pushes on the front door, it will be secure. And so will the chocolate chips.