BEAR!!!!!!

Tonight we had the last night of camping and after a lot of hiking and swimming AND a poutine outing, had a light dinner by the campfire and early bed. Somewhere in the middle night hours, I heard clanging by the picnic table - not much out there since we keep a very clean site, just a clean stove and empty water pot - and realized we had a bear visitor. Nothing there, I thought, it'll move on. But it didn't, so I shouted and in the process woke S. up. A bear, I hissed in response to his groggy query - a bear he repeated, where? There. I pointed to the dark shadow. And yelled again. The bear didn't move. I got a flashlight and shone it out of the tent. At this point I heard only snuffling as the bear sniffed and (probably) licked whatever it had found out there. Oh s**t that's right. I spilled some oil from the smoked oysters on the table. That must have been what the bear was after. Great. I ATE those same smelly oysters. And although I brushed my teeth, I hadn't washed my face. Was it on my lips still? Did I smell delicious to a bear? At this point I heard nothing. S-, I hissed, I don't know where it is. Is it gone? At that moment, I heard a pot clatter at a point below us, followed by a female shriek. I know where it is now. S. barely awake to begin with, was quickly back asleep for the night. I on the other hand, tracked the bears progress through the campground based on the direction the sounds of clattering pots, muffled curses and screams and slamming car doors (for the people who were now sleeping in their cars) came from.