Since I had an extremely bear-specific epiphany last week about a new draft of Cutie and Bear – involving the hunting of and the magic of actual bears – it was only fitting that Megan and I hit up the Los Angeles zoo and gawked at some. They posed, they crapped, they sat, they slept. They are simultaneously adorable and terrifying. We discussed stories, myths. My Dad mentioned that in Wintson last week, they caught a bear in Buena Vista. I think there’s something there. Or maybe not. Or maybe I just have a lot of thoughts. About bears.