In high school, we had a teacher whose name was Greg Bear, a lot like the science fiction author’s name, except this guy was huge and extremely hairy.  Just like a bear.  My senior year, I stepped into his math class and didn’t even recognize him.  He had gotten Chicago hair removal over the summer.  All that black, lustrous hair that grew all around his body, sticking up out of his collar and sleeves like his own private jungle was gone.  We wouldn’t be able to make bear roars behind his back during class or threw fruit at him when he wasn’t looking out in the parking lot.  Sure, he was big and couldn’t take any of us scrawny high school boys in a fight, but he wasn’t going to hit any of his students.  And we were high school boys.  Of course we were going to mock him.  We would have found something else if we didn’t call him “the Bear” and joke around about leaving bear traps up and down the hallways for him.  Once he was shaved, we even began calling him the hairless bear that as a science experiment was integrated with society.  That one was pretty clever and we all patted ourselves on the back for it.