"I hear the...bear...howl honey, sniffing around your door:"
Rock star David Coverdale has been confronted by a black bear at his home in Lake Tahoe, Nevada.
Writing on his website, the Whitesnake singer said the bear broke into a guest bedroom on Wednesday morning.
Coverdale, 55, recounted how he ran at the animal with an air horn canister and scared him into the garden.
The British singer, formerly of Deep Purple, said bear attacks had become a "daily worry" and that authorities had warned he may have to move out.
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"I'd like to think it was the smell of my fab cooking that seduced him," said Coverdale, "but it was only a slightly charred bagel!"
Don't be so coy, Dave. It was obviously the memory of all those sensuous pelvic microphone stand thrusts that lured your ursine suitor to your door.
*wonders how long you have been saving up the phrase “ursine suitor”*
nobody boned a mic quite like Coverdale in his prime
*wonders how long you have been saving up the phrase “ursine suitor”*
Ever since that first magical trip to Yellowstone when I was a boy…
Bear tax, anyone?
Hmmm. One washed-up rocker, one animal that is both menacing and cute. Does anyone else smell a reality show?