Treadwell

I keep telling myself that soon I will write about Timothy Treadwell, the amateur "bear expert" who hung out with giant, hungry, mean, brown bears (aka known in some circles as GRIZZY BEARS...for crissakes, the man petted grizzly bears and gave them names on the level of Mr. Cutey Fuzzy Wuzzy and Cupcake...for bears who are ten feet tall when they stand up and can decapitate someone with one paw swipe...that ain't no Cupcake to me.  That's more like a Vlad).  The man got close to giant, mean, hungry grizzlies, touched their noses, and said, "Doink!" That he was not harmed while poking bears on their noses and saying, "Doink!" for thirteen summers surely attests to the marvelous tolerance of bears.

Still, I have held off on writing about him because I can't believe a person like this existed. I still can't figure out how to write about him: a person who is obviously bipolar, without any treatment at all, camping out in the Alaskan wilderness to study bears. He seems so mellow at times, and then devolves into paranoid raages, complete with obscene gestures, within the blink of an eye: kind of like a bear, come to think of it, without the bear flipping the bird at a camera).

 First off, you have to know a little bit about Treadwell himself, and you have to see him to believe it. This is an informational video he created (he videoed his time in the wilderness with his bear friends).