We’ve known ever since we moved in that the deck rail was a little wobbly. We just level-headedly warn any person who comes to our house that they…and especially their children…should stay safely away from the railing. And, they should watch out for that one hole in the deck and avoid stepping on the bouncy section of the deck. We confidently advise visitors that we do believe that the deck railing was put on, leaning out, on purpose.
That is…until the other night.
We had some friends over, 20 to be exact. It was like a wave when it happened.
It was like slow motion. Watching a clip in a movie you swear will never happen to you.
Then it does.
Starting with Seth and Jenny, our friends raced to the railing to catch site of the bear. It has been here once and is the stuff of folklore. They ran to the railing. The swarmed to the railing. They pushed on the railing. They swelled. The Animal Whisperer and I yelled for them to stop. To not let the excitement of the moment overcome them.
They Did Not Listen.
17 of them went through the railing. They plummeted to the ground. We had ambulances here. Fire engines. Neighbors. Well wishers. The bear. His friends.
OK. Not really.
But it is the stuff of the Animal Whisperer’s nightmares.
So he’s fixing it.