whelp, I did it. read a 3 book series Sharing The Mountain With Bigfoot....the First, Second, and Third Years.

there wasn't a 4th year, unfortunately. took them a long time to figure out what the creature was, they thought someone was trying to scare them off the property. there were footsteps and howls and glowing red eyes in the forest. glimpses of something big and dark running. their son talked of a monster in the woods. rocks thrown at the house. animals disappearing. Bigfoot talking to their kids through their bedroom windows. juvenile Bigfoot in the tree. door ripped off barn. Bigfoot stepping on her flowers. Bigfoot ripped off the back door and tore up their kitchen. Bigfoot is on the porch. Bigfoot's on the roof. Bigfoot throwing rocks and logs through the windows. Bigfoot even tore up the Xmas lights and Xmas tree. this family end up packing the truck and leaving. giving up on their dream of a self-sufficient farm in the mountains. through it all, stay-at-home mom Jada details her sleepless nights, her endless coffee consumption, keeping three squares a day on the table, her struggles to hang laundry on the line, scanning the yard for Bigfoot while her children are at play, pestering her poor husband Jake with endless questions that no one has the answer to. her unease. her fears. her jumpiness. her constant dependence on her neighbor Karen. the books are short. but powerful. I tell you what, I had goosebumps when Bigfoot was on the roof. it was a SyFy movie, folks. don't know how I existed before I knew of these books, but my life has forever changed.