It takes time to love the bear.
When I was a child I was convinced that a bear would burst into my room late one night and devour me, misting my walls and windows with my own blood and viscera.
My grandfather convinced me that there were no child-eating bears in south Texas and if there were they would have come into town from the north and passed many plumper more juice-filled kids up the road. This helped.
Later in this thread, if I still cheat death, I will draw my childhood vision for you.
Now I just think they are underrated musicians.
