We had a black bear come in our campground when I was a kid back in the 1960's. 7 of us (counting Mom and Dad) in a Coleman tent (the green one with the awning, classic). My Dad woke up and grabbed our axe, it was in the tent. The bear went through our stuff, knocked the ice chest off the picnic bench, and it popped open. It ate raw eggs, raw bacon (including the package), a box of Hershey's bars (wrappers and all), and tore open and lapped up a 1/2 gallon of milk. Then it ambled up to the front of the tent on its hind feet, about 6 feet tall... my Dad said they were 'eye to eye', about 3 feet apart, and he could smell the bear's breath...
They stared at each other, and then the bear went away. My Dad had the axe cocked back ready to strike. Dad was 6' 1", and weighed 240. It could have been a real mess!!! We all spent the rest of the night in our stationwagon after Dad woke us up. He only told my Mom why after he woke us, didn't tell us kids until later.