I had to learn more about these guys.  Apparently their dead animal hat is called a Bearskin.  OMG!  They are traditionally made with Canadian Black Bears!  I’m going to faint!

I decided to stalk them.  Problem was that most of them are behind gates and chain fences.  Something about getting harassed too much by other tourists.  Simple solution!  Don’t walk around with a dead animal on your head!  Let alone a BEARSKIN hat!  Jerks!!!

Anyway I was walking down the street and I found some!  A live one within touching distance!

It took all of the restraint I had not to reach over and stroke that guy’s poor dead bear with my paw.  Nicholas said not to.  he said I would be arrested and he said he wouldn’t bail me out.  That wasn’t nice but I wasn’t going to take chances.

So I just stood in front of them to make them feel uncomfortable.  So how does it feel to have a bear staring them and their bear hat down? That smile on my face?  I’m trying to creep you out, you Canadian-slaughtered-bear-wearers.  Poor bears.  I think I need the comfort of a hot cocoa to calm me down stat.