Old Pennsylvania legend, it is written, tells of a creature called the squonk (lacrimacorpens dissolvens) . The squonk lives in the woods and is very hard to track down, though its cries are often heard, especially around twilight, when it’s said to wander about the hemlock trees. It is elusive, and it wants to be. The reason for this is that the squonk is one of the homeliest creatures in the world and it knows it. Its skin is ill-fitting, covered with warts and moles. It doesn’t like being so ugly, so its cries and tears are said to be caused by its weeping over its lot in life. Skilled hunters, it is said, can track the squonk by following the trails of tears it leaves. Even so, the squonk is very hard to catch. In fact, only one squonk is said ever to have been caught. This feat was accomplished by a hunter called J. P. Wentling, who lived near Mont Alto, Pennsylvania. He caught the creature by mimicking it and luring it into a sack. His success is attributed to the fact