Hehe...these bear stories remind me of a time when I was a kid and my family went camping. A black bear broke into a nearby cabin (while they were gone) and ate all their food. We found this out because some other people saw it and came over to tell us, so a group of us ended up standing around outside the cabin, watching the bear pop up in the windows with different food in its mouth. Then a young couple thought it would be a great idea to get a picture of themselves standing next to the window where the bear was (not, like, right next to it, but probably closer than was wise). So they stood near the window and waited for the bear to show up, and my mom waited with a camera pointed at them. Well. The bear didn't pop up, and after waiting for a while my dad wandered around to the other side of the cabin...where the bear was looking out another window, and saw him. It got scared and bolted out the front window. So now we have a souvenir photo from that vacation of a bear plunging out a window, and the arm and leg of a random stranger running away from it. :'D
...and I'm not sure if this was the same vacation or not (we went to this campsite several times) but when I was a kid I was scared of walking all the way to the outhouse by myself because I was worried about bears. My dad decided it was a great idea to scratch on the door of the outhouse and make bear sounds. I was not amused.