I like talking about Bigfoot. My family (extended) loves him. We have a Bigfoot costume we like to prank the Littles with. Every few years we go snow camping, and someone will distract them while one of the uncles goes into the cabin and throws on the costume. Then we go on a snipe hunt, and oh my gods it’s Larry (family lore, that’s his name) the local Bigfoot. One time uncle Dennis was in the shower singing at the cabin and, well, Dennis and my nibling Claire are the only ones on that side of the family who are tone deaf. Dude sounded like a moose. So we told Claire that Dennis was actually Larry taking a shower and please give him some privacy on his way back out to the cold. Shit like that.

We’ve been doing this, uh, four, five generations now.