...go camping...buy really expensive steaks...rub perfectly balanced steak rub on them...husk the corn...saute the snap peas...skillet the potatoes...toss the salad...set the picnic table...add the condiments (steak sauce, ketchup, salt, a cube of butter)...sit down to pray over the steaming plates...grab fork and knife and prepare for that first bite...
...you're just asking for it.
Or so the official campground-man-on-a-golf-cart informed me with little to no sympathy.
"That bear charged our picnic table...while we were sitting at it," I insisted.
"Didn't you see the signs?" he asked.
Yeah, I also saw the picnic table. Guess I thought it was okay to actually eat while camping.
After the bears gorged themselves on everything from steaks to a bottle of ketchup and a salt shaker, we have officially learned our lesson.
From now on, we are eating inside the bear box.