Don’t Mind the Girl in the Wolf Costume, She’s Here to Chase the Children.

Yup.

Today I dressed up like a wolf and chased a bunch of kids around the woods. Don’t worry, Gio was with me.

That doesn’t make it better, does it?

Allow me to explain… My friend Jane (who is the owner of Gio’s bff, Eli) is a teacher at a local Montessori school (she also makes really cool stuff that all of you should buy – Christmas. Just sayin’). Basically, the girl is an artsy badass.

So anyway, this school is doing a unit called “Cryptid Zoo” – basically, they go out and look for evidence of imaginary creatures. I learned today that there are thirteen core cryptids and then people have also come up with a billion others. Each cryptid has a name, a look, and certain character traits that set them apart from each other and everything else in this world.

So the kids had continuously asked Jane when they were ever going to see any real cryptids. Enter Emelie and Gio. There is one cryptid that is known as the Wolfworm. They travel in packs and run under low-hanging branches to avoid being caught.

Jane totally made me a wolf costume. She also made another costume for another friend of ours, but I’ll get to that later.

So, we were running late this morning, but we had to make sure we got to the hiking trail before all the kids so that Gio, myself, and our other friend could go hide in the woods. We arrived literally 2 minutes before the bus. Jane starts telling me to run into the woods and hide until they find me – so I book it. Gio and I passed a kind elderly fellow who was hoping for a solitary hike that morning. I ran past him in my wolf costume, shouting “Don’t mind us, sir!” To him I would like to say “sorry”/”you’re welcome” depending on how I affected his morning…

When I heard all the kids coming, I went off the path and started to “hide” amongst the trees. As soon as they spotted us, they started running. This would have been awesome if Gio hadn’t gotten super excited to see a group of kids. So, I’m trying to run away, Gio is trying to go make friends, and then my pants started falling down. Let me just say that many a young boy probably caught site of my polka dot underwear this morning. Oh well.

So we all started running together and it was awesome. All these kids were super psyched to see some “real” cryptids (even though they could totally tell it was just some weird chick and her dog) and we continued on our way.

Yeah. My morning was freaking sweet.

If that wasn’t weird enough, here are two conversations that I had via text this morning:

Conversation 1:

Dragon: Want to go sell some clothes to the second hand shop with me?

Me: When?

Dragon: When is not good?

Me: Right now. I’m being hunted by children by children in a park with Jane.

Dragon: Well I’m in class. When will you be done and where are you?

Not even phased.

Conversation 2 (with my good friend/co-worker whom you haven’t met yet and we’ll call her “Fiona”):

Me: Craft store today?

Fiona: Ah! Let’s see… What time is good for you?

Me: Probably early afternoon. I’m about to go dress up as a cryptid creature and chase kids around the woods, but I don’t know how long that will take.

Fiona: Cool! Give me a hollah when you are done terrifying the children.

Again. Not even phased. I don’t know if they were scared to ask questions or they just know me well enough to not even worry about it. Either way, I’m okay with it.

Anyway, I know you all want to see evidence of this, so don’t worry, I made sure we got photos:

That’s me in the wolf costume. That’s our other friend. His thing was that he ran backwards and avoided cracks. It was awesome. Jane made these in seriously like 10 minutes. The woman is awesome.

Anyway… What did you all do this morning?

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