Could be a cattle mute!
Look at the time he posted. Coincidence? I think not.
Poultra? Is that you?
Also, since we’re sharing, years ago I was driving on a back road in Florida and saw the strangest creature I’d ever seen crossing the road. I had no idea what it was–I was mystified! It was in the early 90s, so I didn’t have the Internet to look it up on. So many years later I was watching something on TV and saw a similar creature and it dawned on me–that was it! It was one of these.
Seriously–I had never seen one of those before.
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You could tell it was rabid from your car?
Guess I should have used a different picture–I was referring to the animal itself, not the rabid part.
How’d he get the keys to your car?
It was clearly a squizot.
I was waiting for that from the moment I posted it. 
Though, given how big it looked, if it had demanded my keys I would have turned them over without question.
No doubt about it. It was Mothman! :dubious:
According to this there are California Condors in Arizona, but they’re in northern Arizona. The map on its Wikipedia page shows its range too far north to be seen in Florence, but who knows? Maybe the condor didn’t read that page.
Nah…chupacabras can’t fly.
For cryin’ out loud, no way it is a motherfucking Chupacabra. What we have here is a gen-u-ine real deal Skinwalker. OP is lucky to be alive.
edit: and shit.
Mothman on vacation?
It was ManBearPig, I’m tellin’ ya. He really exists. I’m supercereal.
I’m pretty certain it was the Jersey Devil on vacation, taking a tour of the Southwest.
The story of the o.p. now reminds me of former 1SOFD-D operator Pete Blaber’s anecdote about trying to capture some PIFWCs (Persons Indicted for War Crimes) in Bosnia, and their eventual plan to use someone in a gorilla costume to create an unexpected distraction to stop the security detail and give them enough time to take down the shooters and capture a target alive. When you see something you don’t expect in that environment, your brain basically freezes and goes into an OODA loop, getting stuck in the “orient” phase with having to make correlations between prior experience and a novel situation until it invents a rationale that makes the observation seem to make sense.
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Must I?
Holy fuck! A whole torso!?
Strangely, nor do I.
God as my witness, I thought chupacabras could fly.
I seen a peanut stand, I heard a rubber band, I seen a needle that winked its eye. But I be done seen 'bout ev’rything, when I see a chupacabra fly.