While in Barne's n' Noble's I was unconsciously clicking my fingers on all the book stacks as I walked by them looking for 'Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee'. It startled me when my ring finger didn't stop but kept going into fuzzy wuzzy's tummy. At first I didn't know what it was... piece of gum... it was warm after all. When I looked down all my fears were set aside. Maybe most of our knee jerk reactions to the unknown are just fuzzy little bears trying to get our attention.