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We aren’t moving into the bears’ habitat. They’re moving into ours. So are the coyotes and everything else.

July 7th, 2015 · 4 Comments

I was inspired to write this story because of my own dealings with the critter invasion.

Like Sheila and Carol in this story, I feel like life has become a non-stop low-level battle against wildlife. I’ve had much of it, though not (I’ve discovered thankfully) rats eating my car wires. But rats elsewhere (one strolled into the house last summer when we had the doors open all day), raccoons (a family that produces a litter of four every year, who eat all my cherries), squirrels (who ate through the plaster of my bathroom ceiling, causing chunks to fall on our heads), skunks, silverfish, mice, bedbugs twice (two words only: diatomeceous earth), clothes moths forever, ants.

It wasn’t like this when I grew up in North Van. I don’t remember ever seeing a mouse.

I went to find out what happened, checking in with some researchers in Chicago, Washington, London, and here. This is what they said.

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