I was recently saddened by her rejection from the Massachusetts-based Ghost Hunters group. They said their reasoning had something to do with my exclusive obsession with vampires and other cryptozoological phonomea didn't really fit into their mission of hunting down the after-beings of salors reeking mildew and decaying seaweed.
And even more recently, I had to miss an evening of cryptozoology in Watertown in order to campaign for Obama. Or maybe the cryptozoologists had instituted a restraining order to make sure I remain at least 20 feet away from the premises. The details are murky and nearly irrelevant.
And why?
It has something to do with three cryptozoological wonders that I released into the Cambridge/Somerville area to regain my street cred among the aforementioned groups. And a contest for you to document their adventures. To attract the cryptocritters, I suggest you put some corn niblets (preferably grown at a local community supported agriculture farm) on your doorstep or fire escape. The cryptocritters sure love those niblets for some reason. Email me your sightings in order to win a prize. An extremely fancy prize. Better than niblets, even.
