All of a sudden it happened. I think I should blame Jenifer, who introduced me to it. Or something. Someone has to be held responsible. For this:

 

I'm addicted to Pokemon Go

I stopped my run today to watch him hatch.

And speaking of my run, I kept my app open to get mileage. Except I for some reason my miles don't track right and didn't get full credit. If it wasn't for the blasted heat and humidity I probably would have run all afternoon just to hatch all the eggs!

I'll be just minding my own business and think, "Hmmm, I wonder if there are any critters nearby," (I'm obviously not up on the lingo) and just often enough something like this guy is in my petunias. It's that intermittent positive reinforcement that has me hooked.

I'm addicted to Pokemon Go
 

 

And I don't even know what it all means except that the bugger tried to escape, and that he looks cool, so I took him down. He's mine now! Yeah, take that Zubat thingy.

Now every outing (not that I get out much as an introverted special needs mom) is an occasion to find PokéStops and get more Poké Balls as preventing a tragedy like this from recurring is crucial.

I'm addicted to Pokemon Go
 

 

I am fully aware of the ridiculousness of it. In fact, I hide it from my husband. He thinks that Pokémon Go is for uncivilized morons who are next up for the Darwin Awards. (I have no idea where he got that impression.)

I hatched a Pikachu last week, so take that.  

Published by Alethea