Day 2,209

Nobody goes into the woods at night, not if we can help it. No amount of breathtakingly scenic views and cozy campsite spots can make up for the corpses we'll find in the morning. At least the electric fence puts most of them off their little illicit visits and keeps out cleanup to a minimum. Combine that with all the warning signs about bears and we don't even catch any trouble from it.

Ask any ranger and they'll swear blind that the bears in the area are super territorial this time of year, no matter what time of year it actually is and no matter that bears aren't really found in our region. Tourists either don't know or they're too scared to look into it. The ones that do know better often find the signs and realise there's something far worse than bears out there.

I don't think anybody's ever seen it and lived to tell the tale. I mean we've all seen the blurry snapshots they take in their final moments but for all we know there's only trees and dirt on those cracked screens. Even the clearest photos to date barely show part of an elbow, which was only enough for us to say 'Yep, that ain't human.' and call it a day.

All we know for sure is that they travel in packs, they're strictly nocturnal and they hate the sound of electricity. The fence works perfectly at keeping them inside and stopping them from wandering about the town like they used to but lord the mess they leave every morning is growing worse.

I don't know where they're getting all those deer carcasses from but they sure are creative with their displays. Whether its meant to intimidate us or attract others like them, I can't rightly say. I can, however, confirm that something is trying to chew through the fence and claw underneath it - trying to get in.

I say - let them.