It's no secret that I'm obsessed with Bigfoot. I'm totally fascinated by the idea of that fuzzy bastard living in the woods, eluding humans for hundreds, if not thousands of years.
It's also no secret that I'm a big Les Stroud fan. Any guy who will take off on foot and live in tent in Alaska for a year all by himself is my kind of weird. Plus, his show isn't douchey like many of the other survival-type shows.
These days survival isn't interesting to people unless there's a gimmick, like meh, survival is boring, but what if we stick people out there naked? Or hey, let's make it a vicious back-stabbing game and see who wins. These shows? Stoopid. Les Stroud? Awesome.
So I was really excited to hear that he was planning on doing a Bigfoot special after his curiosity was piqued living out in the wild and having unexplained animal encounters. He teamed up with a guy named Todd Standing, who originally set out to disprove Bigfoot. Yeah right. Like that could happen. Anyway, Todd got the following shots of the Big Guy to share with the public. While I realize this could be some Hollywood makeup artistry and a fuzzy little suit, I totally choose to believe that this is the face of my infatuation.
My husband thinks I'm stupid that Bigfoot is number one on my bucket list. However, he says I'm free to embark on my quest to find and befriend my special yeti, and he'll be waiting for me in front of the TV when I get back. He's making the assumption that I'm going to come back. Pff.
When I find and become pals with Bigfoot, who I imagine to be named Edgar, I may never want to leave. Besides, I'm going to be so charming that they'll want to absorb me into their society, teaching me how to beat rocks together and flash unsuspecting motorists. I'll live in a den and eat berries and get my girlish figure back.
I've been trying to talk my husband into moving into the woods with me, but he says I wouldn't make it past my first spider encounter. This offends me deeply. I think, depending on the size, I could make it through two or three easy.
My love for Bigfoot runs deep ya'll. If you get a chance, check out Les Stroud's Bigfoot Special and tell me what you think. Or don't check out Les Stroud's Bigfoot Special and still tell me what you think. Either way, I'll be biding my time, knitting some extra large booties and mittens, and working on my song, "Soft Bigfoot, warm Bigfoot, big ole' ball of furrr, happy Bigfoot, sleepy Bigfoot, grr, grr, grr". I want to make sure Edgar knows I was thinking of him all along.
In case you're wondering, yes, I know I'm an idiot.