I miss it now...

When you're 15, chores suck. When you're 30 and living in a region that only has two distinguishable seasons, neither of which really resembles the ones you encountered as a teenager, those archaic chores seem noble to the point you almost want to do them again.I used to be in charge of cleaning up the trash left by black bears that tipped over the garbage bin and rooted around in our refuse. Now I kind of want to do an all night vigil in the tree next to the bin back home. Not  crouching on a limb in a loin cloth with a buck knife, but maybe a video camera and winter clothes to document this thing, then scare it away.