There was a very cute young bear at our house this morning. Again. I can't resist putting out some food for the birds and squirrels, so I guess it's inevitable. I wish I'd gotten a photo of the bear, but no. From the size of him, I'd say he was one of the cubs born in the late winter of 2017.
So instead of a bear, you get a squirrel. Just as cute, but not as dangerous.