What should be the most relaxing time of the day, i.e. night-time, has turned into a war-zone in our household! Last night we had a midnight domestic - Paul flailed his arms and accidentally (according to him) hit Bev's arm, she shouted at him because she was startled out of her sleep, he grunted, and then they both went back to sleep again, but we think it was a sleep-walking domestic. And added to that, because Bev grinds her teeth at night, she has to wear a (not very romantic) mouth-guard to prevent her damaging her teeth - to our horror, we discovered that the mouth-guard is now covered in what look like savage teeth-marks! Bill wants her to wear a muzzle at night because he's not convinced that she won't bit someone, especially when there is a full moon!
Whatever happened to our nice, relaxing nights where humans and bears just slumbered peacefully from dusk till dawn? Now we've got to dodge flailing arms and slavering jaws whilst protecting our humans from each other, and protecting ourselves, Phoebe and little Ted from the humans! And with the level of violence and danger, do we really want to get between them when the midnight violence starts?
Ok bears, what do we need to do to protect ourselves? Bill, you find a muzzle and silver bullet to protect us from Bev and I'll get some rope or handcuffs to stop Paul flailing so much during the night. Phoebe and little Ted, you put sleeping pills in their bed-time hot chocolate. Ok bears, let's move - we need to get everything in place before they go to bed tonight.
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