The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
Oily black liquid is coming out of residential faucets in the rural Texas town of Crystal City, and no one is sure who to alert. That’s because twelve days ago, the
The scientists formed hypotheses as to why the wolf was trying to blow down houses instead of using the usual wolf hunting strategies.
The scientists then secured the wolf to prevent it from falling into the hands of civilian or rival agencies; contained it to prevent its influence or effects from spreading; and protected it until such time that it either could be fully understood or new theories of science could be devised based on its properties and behavior.
In 1986, Expo 86 was held in Vancouver, British Columbia. Wanting to be the main attraction, McDonalds built a 57-metre-long barge which was named “The McBarge.” It had intended to showcase future technology and architecture. However, it wasn’t as popular as they had anticipated and was left abandoned to decay.
MAN I USED TO PASS THIS ON THE WEST COAST EXPRESS TRAIN ALL THE TIME
its apparently filled to shit with rats but they can’t sink it for whatever reason???
Can’t sink it? This reeks of containment procedures è.é
“HELLO NEIGHBOR STEVE, I WOULD LIKE TO INVITE YOU TO BARBEQUE ON THE EVE OF THE BLOOD MOON. I FEEL WE GOT OFF TO A BAD START.”
“NEIGHBOR STEVE, DO YOU NOT WISH TO PARTAKE OF THE UNCLEAN FLESH-MEATS OF PIGS AND THE POLLUTED ESSENCES OF TOMATO? PERHAPS YOU ARE A CAROLINA STYLE MAN, NEIGHBOR STEVE?”
“PUT THE GUN AWAY NEIGHBOR STEVE, YOU KNOW I SHALL ONLY RISE AGAIN WITH THE DAWNING OF THE MOON. WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH THIS MANY TIMES.”
“LOOK AT THIS PICTURE MY SON DREW OF YOU AND CHILD TIMMY, YOUR SON. ARE THEY NOT THE PICTURE OF PACT-MATES? THIS COULD BE YOU AND ME, NEIGHBOR STEVE.”
“YOU MISSED THE UNHOLY NEXUS OF POWER THAT IS THE KEY TO MY CORPOREAL FORM, NEIGHBOR STEVE. YOU WILL NEED TO RELOAD NOW, SO I WILL GO INSIDE TO MY HELL-WIFE AND PUT YOU DOWN AS A SOLID ‘MAYBE’.“
Dr. Epiphany “Piff” Trebuchet is one of the Foundation’s most diminutive and least talkative researchers [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] She is 31 years old, slightly over one meter tall, and requires a two-step foot stool to be present in any lab she happens to be working in.