Evening before last a friend dropped by and was playing his guitar outdoors. I snapped this picture. (I've removed his head in this shot to protect his privacy.)

Guitar player - head deleted.
When I uploaded it later, I noticed a glint of light in the lower part of the photo. So I blew it up. This is what I saw in the blowup.
Mysterious entity.
I haven't been able to shut my eyes since then!

What is it? It's way too big for a cat.

Although, much of my forensics knowledge is gleaned from CSI Miami, and many of the techniques don't translate well to the cooler BC climate, it is my considered opinion that someone has been drinking too much Mateus.

Judging by the steps behind it, and the interesting black fur, I'd say it is that increasingly common animal F. otoshopicus. They have become more and more common in the last few year, and are mainly found in fora dealing with S. quatch, U. fos, and L. greenmen. They are usually sighted in rural areas, although some urban areas have reported sightings.

Good find, Babs, and good picture. Most pictures of any of these creatures are blurry, as if the cameraman was shaking for some reason. You showed nerves of steel standing (in) your ground(s) and snapping this.

(It's a pity one of our recently-departed members can't see this. He would have devoted pages of proof and reasons why those who disbelieve are merely tools of the Right Wing Conspiracy. But maybe he can turn into his mist form and sneak in.)

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You showed nerves of steel standing (in) your ground(s) and snapping this.

I agree I've got some nerve.

You can imagine my surprise when I went outdoors this morning and saw that the entity was STILL THERE!

And you were right about the fur. It must have been wearing a wig for the purpose of disguise because this morning it was
bald.

Wow! You found the sub species that sheds nightly! They are really rare.

Something else I forgot to mention is that larger specimens of F. otoshopicus have been mistaken for bison (buffalo) in the western part of much of North America. We had a discussion about that here in AP.

Actually I think the species is pilosus reproba prodigium. But since that name is not found in any taxonomy, I believe as the discoverer I have the right to name it. So here is the actual species name, for its discoverer:
Babbitsia falsis responsum.

Sobeit.

babthrower: Sorry, but Larry King doesn't want another kook on his show just yet . . . he's too busy with the clan clammoring over the economic package and the two clowns running from, I mean, for the next presidency.

I would go with gremlins, personally. Or maybe an Ewok?

Whatever it is, it has a mate now.

Having dinner?

I guess it's a female, smaller brow ridges and nose? That must mean his tusks are for fighting with other males, and not for gnashing his prey. That's reassuring.

I'll be putting the pups on Craigslist, if you're interested.

Don't you have any macramé, or something to keep you busy?

Naah. In September I painted the deck and picnic table, harvested greengage plums and Prima apples, and prepared them for freezing or made jam (can't eat the jam myself, but friends and family love it), had guys come and prune the big limbs from my fruit trees, then I cut up the branches big enough for firewood and wheel-barrowed the rest to the burning pile to wait for low-hazard weather, finished cutting back the brush and weeds around the orchard fence, had guys come and cut down five alders that were sending roots too close to the house foundation,and then buck them up into stove lengths, then I wheel-barrowed the wood to a good spot and piled it to await chopping which I'll do this month, plus look after my pullets (which are laying now, and very cute and sweet and like to be petted) and cut the grass and drain and clean up the three mowers for winter storage and put away the yard furniture and wash and put away all the summer clothes and bedding and prepare for the inevitable high winds and power outages by getting ready the emergency outhouse and lanterns and lamps and candles and had the guy-and-girl come and rout out the tile around the foundation and then I replaced the top foot of earth along the perimeter with gravel I picked up (with my Pickup!) from the Aggregates place and shovelled it into the trench to improve drainage.

So I didn't do macrame. But I do find investigating the paranormal quite a good way to relax. Besides, I need the cash from the pups to pay those workers I hired!

I knew my post would get you going, Babs! You've just never seemed like a macrame sort to me, but I did enjoy the Bedstorian stream of consciousness style you adopted in your last post.

Finally, and this will hurt, but I have to be honest, I think the pups are going to be really ugly!

It's not really stream, because I omitted the swearwords.

The pups will be adorable. All pups are adorable. I'll try to get them sold really quickly. As to how they'll look when grown up -- well, think of Camilla's and Charles' possible offspring. Aren't you glad they didn't marry when they were younger?

babthrower: That wasn't very nice, unless you mean that they will look cuddly.