I have invented a new phrase.

[ziggytrix]

My cousin and I were driving back to Little Rock from Seattle when about a half hour north of Baker City, Oregon, her car met resistance in the form of a black bear. The impact decimated the front end of her car and sent the bear spinning about with undoubtably fractured bones and internal wounds, not to mention, berry filled bear fecal matter all over the place.

Now I admit, I've rather limited experience, but I think there is nothing particularly good about bearshit. Nor, despite what songs you may have sung in kindergarten, are the bears your friends.

I cannot, in good faith, support the endeavor to make "bearshit" a positive thing.