Don’t think I know you, friend. In fact, don’t think I know your species.

The critter was about a foot long with beady eyes behind a long, tapered snout. Not real menacing to look at, though there was a sense of incongruity in this place not normally inhabited by any beasts but me.

The creature had enough of my ugly mug and took off into the backyard. I went inside to research what variety of nocturnal maneater I had just confronted because, well you never know. It could be some breed of vampire or possibly something I could exploit somehow. And while researching with the terms “maine,” “nocturnal” and “rodent,” I came across this.

I’m pretty sure this is not what I met out by the barbecue. Because if I had come face to face with this Bradbury-esque monstrosity, I’d be still running and screaming and vowing to never touch liquor again.

A star-nosed mole, it’s called. But to me, it looks like something that would burst ouf of someone’s chest to get a look at Sigourney Weaver in a tank top.

But that’s just for starters. The potential for bedlam in a place where people share their inner most thoughts is huge. And where there’s bedlam, there’s comedy. Here is a site that will take you less than two minutes to peruse but the payoff is mighty. If you’re into Facebook, you’ll get it at once. If you’re not, maybe you’ll want to sign up so your reputation can be destroyed and immortalized at the same time, too.