A short bit of catchup: I’m on a writing retreat near in the beautiful backwoods of Vermont when a nearby tree breaks and falls in the forest for no apparent reason. Note to Katrina: this takes place in 2008.
Now, a list of the Evidence, Hearsay and Memory, to the best of my ability:
1 – When I tell my host Alex about the curious event of the tree breaking in half for no apparent reason, his response is, “hmm,” accompanied by bemused chin-stroking.
2 – We inspect the tree together. See the photos? It is a raw, open wound of a break, at approximately eight feet above ground. The trunk’s diameter is about ten inches. Alex seems impressed, maybe even amused, by the event. “I didn’t expect anything would happen so soon,” he says. “Do you like wine? Red or white?”

3 – Over wine red or white, Alex explains there is a family (a flock? A herd?) of Bigfoot in the area that he has been attempting to document. In fact, he has been luring them to this very location, and says he’s been visited repeatedly over the course of a few months, receiving telltale leave-behinds or, as Alex categorizes them, gifts.

