Moving on from the events I detailed in The Stilts of Slaughter, combining it with my usual middle of the night/early morning routine of going out to grab creamer for my coffee and rides on my bike around town I have unfortunately yet to run into the prehistoric beasts from the other day. So far it's been about a week since the encounter after they swiftly ended the mechanical monster's massacre and I've spent many of these after dark/pre-dawn hours on a mission to find them to no avail; covering around 5 miles so far in thorough investigation of the surrounding area. One would think a trio of velociraptors would be easily spotted as an eyesore, being living dinosaurs claimed extinct as of 65 million years ago; and I say would be given I've seen them with my own two eyes and know they're here now.
On one of these expeditions I ran into a homeless friend of mine named Scott, who I came to know over the long time I spent working at Circle K, and enlisted him for the venture at hand. Naturally I queried to him about it given he is homeless and tends to sleep in the connected system of ditches and I witnessed the velociraptors leave the scene with the carcass of the rampaging automation. Asking if he had seen them himself in his time, he explained that while he has not personally had an encounter that many he knows in the homeless population here in Tucson have. Further inquiring from there as to where these tales specifically tend to occur, to which he detailed the usual encounters, as reported to him, being in between where we were at the moment in Oro Valley up to just past Stone Avenue near the newer Bookmans location and Tucson Mall, with some occasional sightings all the way out in Marana too.
All very interesting information, but still to no pot of gold at the end of the rainbows being regularly produced by the monsoons now in full swing here. It feels quite a bit like questing to find Bigfoot; so thankfully I am no longer in Washington state where the harassment of that humanoid, ape-like cryptid is an illegal act; so I can assume the search for living prehistoric beasts of prey is sanctioned somehow. But, like with Bigfoot, actual evidence beyond firsthand accounts such as my own or secondhand testimony via Scott is next to nill. This all leaving me to do as Dr. Ian Malcolm remarked in the first Jurassic Park movie about life, and finding a way.
All very interesting information, but still to no pot of gold at the end of the rainbows being regularly produced by the monsoons now in full swing here. It feels quite a bit like questing to find Bigfoot; so thankfully I am no longer in Washington state where the harassment of that humanoid, ape-like cryptid is an illegal act; so I can assume the search for living prehistoric beasts of prey is sanctioned somehow. But, like with Bigfoot, actual evidence beyond firsthand accounts such as my own or secondhand testimony via Scott is next to nill. This all leaving me to do as Dr. Ian Malcolm remarked in the first Jurassic Park movie about life, and finding a way.
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