Bumping In The Night

Zach got a new book called "Mythical Monsters" which details many of history's various dreaded beasts. I don't really like the tone of the book, it sort of leaves the door open to the proposal that these creatures could actually exist, which of course, they do not.

Mummies. Hydras. The Minotaur. The Loch Ness Monster. Bigfoot. It's ridiculous.

And please don't say "It's possible, they might just not have been discovered yet". Because neither has the giant blue sentient pancake orbiting the Earth. are you going to believe in that just because it might exist?

Of course you're not. Fact is, if these creatures did exist, the odds all overwhelmingly say they would have been discovered by now.

So, in response to the ruminations of Leonard Nemoy and the rest of the "In Search Of" crowd, I quote the late Carl Sagan:

"Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence"

And blurry black & white photographs of non-distinct shapes don't count as evidence.

But despite my interjections of reason, some dark corner of Zach's R-Complex has half-convinced him that a Chupacabra occasionally wanders around his bedroom at night.

Noises he can't explain, slight movements in the fabric of his bed. It's not hard to convince yourself if you are so inclined.

I told him the dogs would certainly notice any kind of animal in his room. Note, I said "animal", because there is just about a zero probability that a goat-sucking monster is roaming around Troy.

It helped...a little. He's still learning about logic and statistics, so I will keep trying.

That is, until I find Jake's emaciated body under the bed, riddled with cruel neck wounds, shriveled, and sucked dry.

Then, it's time to worry.