It has taken a long time to finally identify what exactly that creature was that charged me all those years ago in that small park in southern Indiana. You see, it happened back in the dark ages; in the summer of 1993. The internet was unheard of. Home computers were very rare, phones were still for houses, and U.B. 40 was tearing up the air waves with their rendention of Elvis Presley’s classic, “I can’t help falling in love with you.”
I was sixteen that summer. It was one of those summers I’ll never forget. A lot happened to me that summe. From riding around in a stolen car, moving away from all my friends, and even learning how to play chess. It was a summer to remember for sure.
Still, though after all these years the one event that stands out over all the rest was the night I came face to face with Piggly Wiggly. I am 41 now and that sighting has changed the way I see the world and nature but especially the way I think of the supernatural world.