Saturday, August 16, 2008

So if I suddenly turn up missing....

Last weekend I was sitting in my car, drinking sweet tea while parked next to a forest.
It was starting to get late, and I heard the chirpy sounds of hundreds of crickets or locusts or whatever it is that makes that pervasive sound at the end of a summer day.
Then I heard a strange sound I couldn't explain.
It was coming from the forest and it sounded like a cross between a dog making a "grrufff" sound and a pig snorting. It was loud enough for me to hear in the car even though all my windows were up. It only lasted a second, then I never heard it again.
Are there wild pig-dog monsters roaming loose in Michigan?
Isn't there some awful German insult that translates to "pig-dog"?
(Schweinhundt, I think.) (Yes... HERE).
I wonder if they taste like a cross between bacon and kibble.

On a completely unrelated note, you might as well know that yesterday's salsa is now officially all gone.
That's right. I've finished off the entire jar.
It was THAT good.
One other thing: I hate typos! I just noticed a typo in yesterday's post... and fixed it. I am greatly annoyed with myself for (1) making the typo in the first place and (2) not catching it sooner. I absolutely despise typos. Please excuse me while I go whip myself.


Meloncutter said...

Hmmmm, could be the bigfoot population is searching for the missing body of their cousin from Georgia. I should have read your post before I put up mine, I might have made a couple more paragraphs.


Later Y'all.

Meloncutter said...

On second thought, after eating all that habanero salsa, maybe you just farted. I am sure with all the habeneros you ate yesterday that all the nerve endings in your butt are dead or burned out along with the nerves in your nose.

Just a thought.

Can you feel your butt?

Later Y'all

Marilyn said...

I think I read somewhere that this is wild dog-pig season.

Desert Songbird said...

No question - it was a chupacabra.

Shelli said...

I despise typos, too. Damn you!

Janna said...

Meloncutter: Funny you should mention Bigfoot. Stay tuned for tomorrow's post... And of COURSE I can still feel my butt. All my nerves throughout my body are still intact.

Marilyn: I didn't actually SEE one, so I'll just have to shoot randomly into the forest and hope I hit something.

DesertSongbird: Cool!!!

Shelli: Wanna flog me?

Meloncutter said...

So let me get this straight.... Eating habanero salsa gives you the urge to set and feel your butt while indulging in a fantasy about bigfoot.

Am I right?

Just wondering.

Later Y'all.

Janna said...

Meloncutter: Close enough!

Gwenhwyfar said...

Now you're starting with this "sweet tea" nonsense? Gah!

Janna said...

Gwen: I know. Sadly, it's quickly becoming an obsession I treasure even more than oxygen.

Travis said...

Maybe it was a Bigfoot relative. All the Bigfoots (Bigfeet?) must be upset about the guys who supposedly have a carcass in a freezer.

Evil Genius said...

No Janna, you are incorrect. There are no schweinhundt's in Michigan.

My ex lives in Indiana, actually.


Janna said...

Travis: I know I'd be upset if anyone tried keeping MY relatives in the freezer....

EvilGenius: LOL!!!

Marilyn said...

Janna: I think that's the standard procedure.

Janna said...

Marilyn: I always wondered about that.

Wavemancali said...

Another Michigan blogger I read has several entries on the Benzie Dogman.

Of course it could be Southpark's ManBearPig got loose too.

Janna said...

Wavemancali: Wow. Interesting. I've never even heard of the "Benzie Dogman" before! The blog you listed had a link to another site, ... I'm reading through that right now! Fascinating stuff.