Cocaine Bear Grandma

The year was 1967. Smarting from a string of unsuccessful missions, the CIA think-tank tasked with assassinating Castro turned to less conventional ideas. Yes, even less conventional than poisoned cigars and booby-trapped seashells. Like, "What if we train a bear to be a femme fatale special agent, give it a LOT of cocaine, and drop it in his yard?" levels of less conventional. Exactly that level, actually. You are that bear. Despite the speed with which you took to the role - and the cocaine - the mission was ultimately scrubbed. You retired after several years of classified service and, having long since grown used to humans, settled down in a small town to enjoy your nice government pension. It was a peaceful life, doting on the neighborhood kids, sitting on the porch swing, and enjoying mystery novels. Then someone stole your bees and their cocaine-laced honey.