STRANGE CARNIVORES

"Don't go into the swamp!" The girl behind the counter looked at me with concern leaking through her goth makeup. She was the fourth, or maybe the fifth, person to warn me. It depends on whether you count the guys at the gas station as one person or two. I smiled and picked up my bag of groceries and headed out to my car. I wasn't sure whether it was real concern about my competence as a woman, or they just didn't like the swamp. It didn't matter to me ...