We have a visitor this week. Sheri Myler, a student from the North of England is doing a week's placement with us. She is already very keen on cryptozoology and eager to learn. I confidently predict that she will be an asset to the cryptozoological community in years to come. However, we decided to put her to work, and each day she will be blogging about what she has been doing...
There was a special exhibition on at
which had been organised by the CFZ. Five hours were spent giving colouring-in
packs and talks about various cryptids and former cryptids to small children
and their parents, Barnstaple Museum
Fortunately, we were always quite comfortably away from being overwhelmed with children, so I was in no danger of having to do much with them. I have never known how to interact with children.
Whilst at the museum, it was arranged for me to be able to take a look behind the scenes and poke my nose into the attic and store-rooms of the museum. I have concluded that it would suit me slightly more to have a museum than a zoo, but I still want both and I need a library.
The entirety of my time in the museum was spent wearing a leather cat-woman mask (it was Halloween). We went to some lengths trying to convince a five-year old, named Maddie, that it was my actual face, however, she was unconvinced.
This evening’s cat hunt was to be the last of my trip. Though I do have one more day of work, I plan to finish early to prepare myself for the much earlier morning to follow it.
Though there were no cats to be seen, the hunt was far from dull, not because of the badger, but because driving around the country-side, through isolated farms and spooky moors, is a very fine way to spend Halloween night.
It never fails. Any time a group gathers around a fire, or drives down the darkened streets of South Jersey — especially during the extra-creepy month of October — the stories begin.
They have been told for centuries. The stories of the thirteenth child of Mother Leeds. The legend that has spawned movies, books, hunting trips and scared campers that is quintessential, as well as unique to, the state of New Jersey.
The Jersey Devil.
It’s the namesake of North Jersey’s hockey team and has been spotted for hundreds of years terrifying residents and visitors alike.