Animation short explaining how to survive a bear attack.

A little while ago, our dog began to bark wildly towards the next door neighbour's property. I could not see what it was barking at and so I went up to the wire fence and peered into their yard. Soon I became aware of a black shape slowly advancing out of the bush, towards me. When the shape was about 15 feet away, I realized it was a black bear...I took our dog and slowly backed away and started walking up the driveway to our house. I looked back and the bear had come out of the bush into the clearing to the fence where I had been standing. Later in the day, my wife and I were working in the garden when we heard a loud crack, as if someone had broken a stick. It seemed very close and my wife walked down the driveway towards the sound (I know, she is brave! Meanwhile, I tried not to assume the fetal position knowing that this comforting act would show my wife that I was scared silly. Instead, I tried to remain upright.). She did not see anything but reported that there was an awful, foul smell around. I knew that I had recently showered so thought the odour must be coming from a deceased wild creature. I went and got my shovel prepared to bury a dead bunny or bird. Once in the bush, I could see that our anthills were gone; someone (the bear!) had removed a 3 foot by 3 foot anthill and 2 smaller ones! A few hours later, once again I heard our dog barking wildly. I went outside and there, 30 feet away, was the bear devouring another anthill. I yelled loudly, clapped my hands and the bear tore over the fence and out of view. The next day I was alone in the backyard gardening when I heard a loud crack!  Branches were breaking about 30 feet from where I was. I could not see a bear but went back into the house and phoned the animal conservation office to report a bear. They asked me what the bear was up to. I lied (!) and said it was eating my anthills, which was kind of true, I just never said "had", as in the past tense. As well, I told them that I had a 'Bear Banger'--a small penlike device that fires a projectile into the air and explodes, making a VERY loud bang (or so I have heard, well I have not heard it but I understand it is very loud.). I asked them if I could legally set this bear banger off. They told me that I could and asked me to keep them apprised to where the bear went. I quickly rummaged through my camping equipment trying to find my unused bear banger. When I found it I headed to the back of the property. I could hear more branches being broken so I assembled the bear banger and held it over my head ready to unleash a ferocious sound. Just as I was about to let it off, the crashing sound stopped and I began to hear what sounded like a growling sound, "eeeeerrrRRrrrr". Was the bear growling at me? Should I run? Just before I let the bear banger off the "eeerrrr" sound turned into a recognizable sound-- a chainsaw was being started up. I peered closer and there was our next door neighbour, up a tree and sawing branches off a tree. Luckily, I did not let the bear banger at him as he might have been startled hearing grenade-like sounds exploding towards him. I sheepishly realized that my imagination had the better of me and there was no bear. So I put the bear banger away unused....