The elusive snotmonster is a wily creature. Once our team tracked down a likely specimen the beast fought aggressively to avoid capture, squirming violently and sounding its distinctive grunting-nose-whistle. Avoiding its flailing limbs, it took no less than two members handling the beast to ensure no harm came to it or the team during its examination. Finally subdued, the team members quickly took a sample of the characteristic feature of the snotmonster in the hopes that further analysis of the DNA would lend insight into its unique immune system and possible evolutionary forebearers. Due to the unusually excessive amounts of said snot and the relative ease with which the team tracked this particular creature, it could only be surmised that the snotmonster was suffering from an ailment that slowed it down. However unfortunate that was for the beast, it benefited the team greatly as they acquired quite a large sample of the creature’s snot and even went on to clear the animal’s nasal passage for better breathing. Once that was complete the only thing left for the team was to tag it and release it back into the wild; continual tracking of its migratory patterns and behavior will be invaluable for future understanding and protection of the snotmonster.
– the weirdgirl
Bwahahahaha
I’ve seen a few of those around here, too! They must be breeding somewhere.
I always approach from behind, kleenex at the ready, and swipe them fast: they’re clean before they know I’ve been. Years of practice…
Snot monsters are everywhere. My favorite is when you go to swipe them, and they move their head sideways….and you’ve gotten slimed on your hand or arm.
Yeah, the worst is when you have to hold ’em down while you suction an endless amount of snot from their noses. They’re screaming the whole time, and you’re gagging!
You’ve really captured the full thrill of the chase here!
It’s almost as thrilling when a preschooler sneezes a long, goopy one ON you. One has to be prepared at all times with trusted protective weaponry, such as tissue, wipies, and occasionally even carpet cleaner. Or is it just me?
you ‘av to tame ’em first, just like ol’ Crocodile Dundee with that big mean lookin’ creature that was blockin’ his jeep when he first took the blonde Manhattan hottie into the bush: make a fist, then stick out your thumb and pinky. Rotate wrist. That’ll mesmerize ’em.
I don’t know what it is… I can handle the throw-up, I can handle the poop, but snot just grosses me out. Maybe because it’s more public?
What happens to the treasure in the blue bulb? Fill it and get another? ew…