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.
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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.
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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.
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17 comments:

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.

Dang.

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?

dang.
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.

(Buuwaahaaa!!!)

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...

http://inaholdingpattern.blogspot.com/search/label/michigan%20dogman

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, http://www.michigan-dogman.com/ ... I'm reading through that right now! Fascinating stuff.