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There's a fascinating number of mythological creatures that boil down to "sexy under-dressed ladies trying to kill dudes".
I like to imagine them having tea parties together, on mossy logs and stuff.
"Ugh, I was just bathing in my bog when some Chad came up and tried to spy on me. I told him to go away but he didn't, so I had to drown him."
"Mood. My sisters and I were dancing on our hill and some jerk tried to steal our clothes. We couldn't go home naked, of course, so we tried to take our stuff back but he wouldn't let go until he dropped dead. So we helped him with that."
I like to imagine them having tea parties together, on mossy logs and stuff.
"Ugh, I was just bathing in my bog when some Chad came up and tried to spy on me. I told him to go away but he didn't, so I had to drown him."
"Mood. My sisters and I were dancing on our hill and some jerk tried to steal our clothes. We couldn't go home naked, of course, so we tried to take our stuff back but he wouldn't let go until he dropped dead. So we helped him with that."
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