
Last night I was busy researching an article for mental floss on cryptid apes from around the world. Level of difficulty: no Sasquatch or Yeti. No problem, I found plenty of them. It was after midnight and I was looking at these pictures of the Skunk Ape. See, most cryptids don't have a set of photographs, so this was fascinating but oh so creepy. Look at those eyes staring at you. Would you be able to get close enough to a huge hairy creature staring at you like that to take a picture? I was looking through these to decide which one to use. I was sitting all alone in the office after midnight in total silence. The hairs on the back of my neck were beginning to stand up. After all, this ape roaming the small towns of Florida was obviously looking at me with a pair of glowing eyes I swear I've seen before looking in the window. Then...
...there was a huge crash to my left.
I jumped out of my skin! Then I felt a huge rush of heat all over. Then I hyperventilated. The kitten had knocked over a stack of things my kids didn't put away on the their computer desk. It still took a while for my heart to settle down. So, to replicate this adrenaline rush, you should wait until everyone else goes to bed, turn off the TV and the music, and then read about all the mysterious ape-men hiding in the shadows all over the world.





