I think I have a celebrity living next door to me.
No, not Bruce, Bon Jovi, or Tony Soprano, another New Jersey celebrity.
The Jersey Devil.
Allow me to explain...
I was taking the dog for a squirt the other night along the side of my home, which is bordered by woods. It's not unusual to hear rustling in the woods, we have squirrels, a few stray cats, even some deer (yes, we do still have wildlife in The Garden State and yes, they mostly have the normal number of limbs and eyes).
Sydney likes to chase the critters. When we hear rustling in the woods she normally perks up and points, and I admit that I usually instigate with, "what's that, Syd???".
But this time was a little different, after the usual "what's that?" tease, there was this bizarre growl-snarl-whine-wheeze coming from the woods.
While my brave dog would have been more than happy to investigate further and pursue whatever was lurking in the shadows, I literally picked her up and hightailed it back into the house.
I kept watch through the safety of the storm door (locked, of course) to see if I could get a glimpse. The strange sound continued for a good 15 minutes or so, but the mysterious creature never showed itself and I haven't heard it since.
I'm pretty sure it was the 13th child of Mother Leeds.
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