It was the summer after my senior year. My quartet, MBQ (the MockingBird Quartet) threw me a
goodbye party, because they were staying together the next year and I was going to college. I got
home around 1 in the morning, and found this guy climbing up my front steps.
I went upstairs and asked my parents (who had been asleep until then) if there was any reason that a
bear was climbing up our front steps. They said they had no idea, so I decided to bring him in and
adopt him.
As it turns out, he was a present from our dear friends, Sue and Dave, aka Splash and Sven. Their neighbors
were throwing him away, and they rescued him from the trash as a present for my mom. They had come with us
to Montana the year before, and we saw two bears. When they saw Jacob sitting on a trash can, they saw a
chance for us to see a third. The original plan was for them to bring him with us on our next vacation
to New Hampshire that year and put him outside of my mom's tent.
Unfortunately, Dave accidently backed over his cat in the driveway and
it didn't die, so they stayed home to nurse it back to health. (It later made a full recovery only to die
a year later b/c it was wicked old.)
Since he never made it to New Hampshire, they decided to pose him on our front steps, in hopes that my
mom would find him in the morning. Instead, I came home about 20 minutes after they had escaped and
found him first.
The next day I had been invited to a birthday party down the shore. Since I'm
not much of a beach person, I was going to go as moral support for two others who also weren't beach
people. When I saw Jacob lying there, I saw an alternitive activity for the next day.
