I am certain that my great-grandparents are finding my heart-pounding excitement incredibly amusing.  But we in suburbia do not get wild beasts bigger than woodchucks or more troublesome than rabbits.  So the sighting of the resident Mama Bear, reported to be parenting two cubs, is a source of glee and concern.  Birds call frantic alerts.  Parents hustle little kids off swings.  Deck-bound neighbors share amazed exclamations and lawn-cutting husbands are alerted to potential company–after a few documentary shots.