attack of the freaky tree babies

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.