What's black, six-legged, and adorned with quills along its back? That's what I asked myself the first time I saw it. It's big, too, almost as tall as my two-story log cabin. It's been visiting ever since I first built on the property and moved in. I live by myself in the countryside, the nearest town a half-hour drive at least.
I might sound oddly casual about it, but I've just gotten used to the thing coming around. The first time I saw it was when I was napping in my rocking chair on the back porch. I stirred and looked out across the yard, and there it was, gazing back at me. At first, I didn't realize what I was looking at. It was standing such that it appeared as a tall stump, the only deceiving quality being its bright green eyes glowing even in broad daylight. When the creature noticed it had been spotted, it turned and lumbered away into the depths of the forest behind my property. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. I would have called the police, but I don't have a land lin