You begin to walk to the nearest dumpster, and you feel a little safer as you go. Dumpsters are comfortable and safe, usually. And going to a dumpster is a great way to feel nourished and fulfilled.
You get to a dumpster you frequent. It is large and green and has a terrific collision of smells radiating from it. It is open and probably quite full. You climb into the dumpster and sit in the trash pile. This is your comfort zone. This can be where you feel safe. You look around and see a bag that seems to be moving, a bag that is leaking some reddish-brownish liquid, and a bag that has a strange, new smell (not bad, just strange and new).
What next?
Hello, I am a bear 