attack of the freaky tree babies

[skoosiepants]

Ok. So, true story.

One day a week I walk with The Girls. They're my best friends, we grew up next door to each other, and once a week we go home for dinner with the parents, then drive off to the local state park, or the mall if it's cold, to walk and chat and catch up. Anyway, we live in the woods. Philly suburb, but it's the woods. We take backwoods roads, and driving back from the mall last week, I spotted what I refered to as a Freaky Tree Baby. Now, PA wildlife is pretty standard. You got your foxes, raccoons, deer, opossums, hawks, squirrels. Regular stuff. But this thing was climbing a tree really slowly, arms and legs spread like a baby, didn't have a tail... It was like a sloth or something, only there are no sloths up here.

Everyone said I was hallucinating, and I admit it was full dark and I could have been mistaken. But I really liked saying "freaky tree baby" so I kept telling everybody about it.

And then we went walking this monday again and we saw a fox and P starting screaming and it was hilarious 'cause she was so scared of the freaky tree baby.

And then tuesday night, on the 10 o'clock news, they found a sloth in middletown, upper providence, exactly where we were driving through! Vindication!!! I mean, there's a chance I was still seeing things, because the odds of a sloth surving outside in the cold for a week and a half are slim, but the coincidence of it is insane!

My mom laughed like a loon when I told her. Freaky tree baby, indeed.

Comments

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

well, it was in the middle of the woods on a windy road, or we would've turned around, because the thing was moving so slow. I still can't believe I (probably) didn't hallucinate it *nods*
bangor squatter? *giggles*

[littleleggylulu.livejournal.com]

yeah it involved a deserted private school that we may have broken into (and by "may have" i mean "did"...though it was against my will...!)and some suspicious noises coming from the upstairs that i was determined were being made by a k-holed-rapist...i have an active imagination...AND to be fair it seemed someone had broken in before us...had broken in and HADNT left!! im slightly bitter about this story as i did get a punctured with a piece of glass in one thumb and a thorn in the other...and after everything it turned out the noise wasnt a cracked-out squatter running water (though why he was supposed to be running water im not sure) but infact a wee mouse on his wheel...?

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

and by "may have" i mean "did" hee!

A mouse? *shakes head* well, I probably would've gone with the squatter theory, too :) Plus, "squatter" is just one of the funnest words to say...

[future-bat.livejournal.com]

your memory serves you poorly. FIRST, when you were actually still in the house, we thought it sounded like muffled music, namely drums and bass, traveling thru a lot of rooms, and walls, and thus giving us a very quiet, obscured sound. Every time that it stopped, we thought it was because the 'squatter(s)' - there was more than one coat hanging on that wall - had heard us, and turned down the music. THEN, when angela and I were upstairs, after you had already wussed out, when i put my ear to the door, i thought it sounded like running water. :P
you were always too busy INTERRUPTING me every time i told that story to ever remember it properly.