I'd love to say that I used this moment to use words like "magnificent" and "black bear" and "powerful." Instead I mostly said "EEEEEEEK!" and got the kids inside the house.
Yogi finally wandered off and we are able to venture outside again.
We also found Nolan's earmold by a bookcase, so it turns out I don't get to win Worst Mother of the Year Award for letting him ingest a choking hazard this time around.