Creatures from Elsewhere

Merry Winter Solstice!

Don't worry - he always finds his way back to me on Nov. 1st.

When in doubt.

"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” — Edgar Allan Poe

Familiar with all the legendary denizens of the Florida swamps, the fact that you've never heard of the creature staring into your bedroom window means only one thing - no one who has seen it has ever survived.

Your child drew a crayon picture of a bloody & twisted monstrosity. You must be more careful. If your child has seen you transformed, who else has seen?

One afternoon, you see a massive python emerge from the swamp behind your house. But before you can react, the largest gator ever seen by human eyes lurches out of the water & drags the struggling snake back into the muck. You stand stunned, in the silence that follows, but are somewhat relieved. Nature is adapting.

After an unusual glut in funerals, you are relieved to see one in progress. Nothing beats the taste of the recently deceased.

On your recent trip to Ireland, you captured a tiny horse-like creature swimming in a small lake, or lough as they call them in the Emerald Isle. But the creature grew too large for your swimming pool, so you released it into the swamp. Only now, with the bodies piling up, do you realize your mistake.

You are always happy to pick up hitchhikers. One woman you pick up asks, "Aren't you worried I might be a serial killer?" You chuckle & respond, "Now what are the odds of both of us being serial killers?"

Long may he reign!

Put those lazy familiars to work.

She keeps him safe.

"Oh, I couldn't make it Friday - I've so many things to do. It's the thirteenth, you know." - Morticia Addams

In Florida, not all damsels in distress are what they seem.

Although new species are discovered in Florida all the time, you rest assured, as they still haven't discovered your kind.

In your struggle to maintain a healthy Florida lawn, you've found that nothing tops human blood.

Many of the things supposed extinct in Florida...disagree.

Thousands of people disappear into the Florida swamps every year. Even worse are the ones who come back.

Unable to bear the crushing guilt of your murders any longer, you go to your local police station to turn yourself in. The desk sergeant just smiles at you and says, "Don't worry kid, you're doing just fine."

Happy Friday the 13th!