The next morning, I checked the critter-cams and saw the bear again, now captured by a camera I’d placed by a little mesh-covered opening near the small basement under my house. One said, “Ken, you’ve got to do something about this.”The next day, I watched the bear come out in the early morning – then that camera died. View image in fullscreen The bear walking around Johnson’s house, past the column he partially demolishedI tried everything people suggested: stomping, blasting music, creating “bad neighbour fratboy energy” – all to make the bear leave. He’d come out at night for a while, circle the patio, hunt for food, then squeeze back under my house. If I win the lottery, I’ll build him his own bear cave out in the yard, but until then, he’s officially evicted.