I wouldn’t be too worried about a bear, unless it were a momma bear and the cub was anywhere near me. You just leave while facing it or do step 2 of getting a bearskin rug.

A woman in the woods is terrifying. A lone woman, not hiking, not taking photos, not being a Disney princess with the fauna gathering about her in some sort of whimsical aura, just a woman in the middle of the woods and entirely out of context; terrifying. That is the little girl with mathematics books in a city at night full of aliens.

Have I unknowingly intruded upon her witchy domain with no opportunity for recompense and live? Is she a skinwalker? Is she an alien masquerading as a human female for the purposes of luring foolish men to abduct? Is she a demon harvesting souls for some unholy purpose? Does she want to take half my stuff and a quarter of my income for decades? Does she want to have my children? Does she want to put basic bitch letter signs in every room so I know what to do or what room I am in if I were to forget?

Meeting a lone woman in the woods is terrifying.