In the latest episode of “How To Manage Wildlife (or Not),” Florida’s wildlife officials have decided that the best way to deal with the state’s first fatal bear attack isn’t, you know, better safety measures or public education—but by restarting a state-sanctioned bear hunt. Because when in doubt, grab your rifle and say “Let’s solve this with some good old-fashioned bear culling!”

Yes, you heard that right. The Sunshine State is moving full throttle to bring back bear hunting as if it were the next big tourist attraction. Apparently, Florida’s idea of coexisting with nature is to play predator in an epic game of “Who’s the Real Top Carnivore?” Spoiler alert: It’s definitely not the bears.

Supporters of the hunt argue that it’s about protecting residents from “dangerous wildlife.” You know, because when you hear “black bear,” your immediate thought is “walking, furry death machine” rather than “majestic creature minding its own business in the woods.” It’s reassuring to know that the solution to a rare incident involving one bear is to give every hunter in the state a license to hunt bears like it’s a weekend BBQ.

On the other side of the ring, the “bear defenders” (those pesky people with their inconvenient compassion and love for wildlife) have staged multi-city protests. They’re basically saying, “Hey, maybe we shouldn’t kill off the entire bear population because one bear got a little too ambitious.” But hey, who needs nuanced discussion when you have guns and a hunting season calendar?

So, Florida residents, prepare for the thrill of the chase and get your camo on. The black bears might just become the next endangered species by a vote of “let’s shoot first, ask questions later.” In the meantime, maybe consider investing in some bear-proof yoga mats or a good pair of running shoes—because in Florida, it seems, survival of the fittest is now a government program.

Stay tuned for updates from the front lines of Florida’s very own “Game of Thrones: Bear Edition.” Who will win? The bears, the hunters, or just the poor tourists caught in between? Only time—and a lot of sarcasm—will tell.