Or Bigfoot. Whichever name you choose.
My friend LB and I have this obsession with 'Squatch.
I even had my awesome friend Gary Rith make this Bigfoot tea set for LB's birthday a year or so ago.
My favorite is Graham Roumieu's Bigfoot books (and awesome Twitter feed).
One must be careful reading them, however, as one is very likely to soil one's drawers from laughing. (Season 3 of Downton Abbey starts Sunday. Shut up.)
The first is "In Me Own Words: The Autobiography of Bigfoot:"
America’s favorite crypto-zoological hominid is hilariously recast as the modern-day everyman, struggling with eating disorders, casual cannibalism, pop culture, and philosophical quandaries (“Me once believe in good. Now, no. World go shit, just like Bigfoot screenwriting career”).
And then "Me Write Book: It Bigfoot Memoir" says:
Only the most coldhearted among us could look on without compassion as this hirsute Everyman struggles bravely with casual cannibalism, Pringles potato crisps, embarrassing moments with peach Schnapps, the desperate loneliness of personal ads, and philosophical quandaries.
Readers will never forget the plaintive voice from the wilderness that howls from every page of this searing, intimate account of a man-beast in the promised land.
And then there's "Bigfoot: I Not Dead":
Roumieu also does a hysterical Twitter feed, Hello Bigfoot, whose description just says "HUNT. GATHER. WORRY." (By the way, this is totally my next tattoo.)
The toys are pretty funny, too (except that idiotic Fisher Price Bigfoot that came out a couple Christmases ago).
Bigfoot action figure one year- it comes with a stamp pad so you can make real Bigfoot tracks!
And this super-creepy Yeti toy:
And this won't give you nightmares: