You know what really burns my biscuits? My fellow humans freaking out when animals act like animals. Charmin can try to make those fuzzy butted terrors cuddly dingle berry conquerors all day long, but I’ve seen The Revenant and some things you just can’t unsee. I feel like being viewed as a possible food source/chew toy is a far more accurate representation of bear thought processes than some nature variation of that “Coexist” bumper sticker every Whole Fooder worth their non-GMO tainted Pink Himalayan Salt has on their Prius is. Burnt biscuits never killed anyone, but bears do cause they’re bears.