“From ghosties and ghoulies and long-leggity beasties and things that go bump in the night, may the good Lord preserve us.”
–old Scottish prayer

Moral evaluations notwithstanding, there’s no such thing as an ugly monster. Monsters may be macabre, grotesque, abhorrent-even blasphemous. But just plain old everyday ugly? Not a bit of it. Any decent Thing That Should Not Be ought to evoke all those esoteric words for ‘unspeakably eldritch abomination’ that apparently only writers like Lovecraft and Jane Austen* found a use for. That boldly said, I now leave the skittish townsfolk with a few lusus naturae to chase around with torches and pitchforks.

*You know I’m right…Sense And Sensibility? Mansfield Park? Who’s not sleeping with the lights on after those chilling tomes? (just in case there were any English majors amongst the townsfolk)