Starting the world’s first and only jackalope guide service was a dream come true for me. I poured over the literature and applicable tax forms to make my business a legitimate one. Unfortunately, the screening process, done after the initial $10,000 application fee, proved to be too much for all of my applicants so I sat, unhappily raking in the cash while the horned daemons ran amok, no hunters in tow. I could see them in my mind’s eye, taunting me with their voracious blood lust for cinnamon toast crunch and destruction. They knew I would be after them, but they also knew I’d have to wait until an applicant deemed themselves worthy for the hunt.
The Writing huntress
I hunt. I write. I wear what some consider an unnecessary amount of camouflage face paint.