Monsters. In My Pocket.

So one time in England a bunch of people were experiencing "mass hysteria" over the appearance of the so-called "Beast of Exmoor," some sort of non-native big cat terrorizing the area. In order to calm everyone down, the English sent in a battalion of Royal Marines in order to capture and/or kill said Beast.

The British sent in Royal Marines. To capture a ghostly Puma. In Exmoor (which is to say, it's not running around Pickadilly gobbling tourists, and the Marines can presumably do some rad squad-action shit.) FUCK YES.

According to The Source, this shit happens on a weekly basis in England. Now, I grew up in the shadow of the Pine Barrens, terrified of the Jersey Devil, and rightfully so. Mainly because, as is so often the case, the areas we think of as thoroughly explored and urbanized are either 1) not that at all, or 2) were, but shit changed. For an example of number 2, see the Ramapo Mountain People. Mainly, there is this list.

Now far be it for me to elevate The Source to a position of higher science than it is, but if only 1 or .5% of creatures on that list actually exist, HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE SASQUATCH IS GOING TO EAT ME.

Yes Joc, the boogeyman is real, and he will not be deterred by the high incidence of crime in your neighborhood.

And Liz, stop bugging the English, they have enough to worry about, what with Royal Marines running after various Phantom Cats every odd weekend.