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Those things are mean & only good to make possum stew. I ran into one of them at midnight when I was walking home about 15 years ago from a D&D game. It was dark as hell & I first thought it was a large cat. We both stopped and stared at each other for 15 minutes before the fucker took off. It wasn't until it hit the corner & in view of the street lamp before I realized what the hell it was.
Someday, I tell you about the roadrunner I raced down by the county lake...
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