All of a sudden it happened. I think I should blame Jenifer, who introduced Alex to it. Or something. Someone has to be held responsible. For this:
And speaking of my run, I kept my app open to get mileage. Except I didn’t do it 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 level up.
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.
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 am fully aware of the ridiculousness, 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).
Thankfully Alex is my cover, after all this is all for him. No, really, it is.