We had a black bear crawl through our kitchen window a couple years ago to feast on a counter top canteloupe and sample other kitchen fare.
He didn't like the taco seasoning much but he did make off with a stainless steel canister of coffee, never to be seen again. Would have liked to have the canister back but figured he might be a little jumpy with a pound of fresh ground java in his craw.
The best bear story here in the UP as told by my old friend Pete concerns his camp in the bush out at Prickett Dam. I went out to his camp to look at a new roof job for him and saw first hand where the bears had sharpened thier claws on the corners of his cabin. From soffit to grade the corners were shreaded. He called the DNR.
DNR, "Yes sir we will take care of it. Set a trap and haul the bear away. What is your address?"
Pete, "Fire number 1229."
DNR, ...laughter...
Pete, " What's so funny?"
DNR, " That's where we drop them off!"