Ask And Sometimes You Live to Regret It....
Okay, I now know everything there is to know about the Chupacabra. I'm still trying to figure out how Mario managed to sit with her in a coffee bar (even one north of Denver) without someone complaining. I mean, really, how would you like to be sitting next to someone LAPPING their chai! It's disgusting.
I guess my next challenge is to work one into my books. Let's see, my vamp protagonist, who does hang out in the desert a lot, might run up against a Chupacabra chasing a were person who has the unhappy fate of becoming a goat at each full moon. Come to think of it, I've never heard of a were-goat. I guess now we know why.