Hit 7 sasquatch sightings in one week and now my wife won't ride with me
I keep a notebook in my truck for logging weird stuff I see on the road, mostly because my memory's shot after 20 years of roof work. Last Tuesday I marked my 7th supposed sasquatch sighting in 6 days, all within 30 miles of my house near Spokane. Thing is, every single one was just a dark shape near dusk, turns out three were mailboxes with flags up and two were my own ladder racks playing tricks on me. My wife laughed and said the only aliens around here are the ones in my head, but I'm still tempted to buy a trail cam for the field behind the lumber yard. Anyone else ever get hyperfocused on a sighting streak and realize your brain's just filling in the blanks?