I’m basically a wonderful person – having been raised by wolves who understood the meaning of life and the importance of properly matching wine with a good meal.
That said, when the moon is full, I do feel a certain (sometimes) over-whelming compunction to sit outside in our yard, howl once in a while and stare at the blessed orb in the dark sky. Of course, I often find this wreaks havoc with my neck the next morning. And the echoing chorus of barks and howls from the dogs in the neighborhood tends to disturb the neighbors. But, ya gotta be true to your nature, I always say. Well, not always. But, certainly, sometimes.