Down on the bayou, folks called the creature Zergopha. It had been around for quite a spell, slithering through the swamp, chowing down on the odd tourist here and there.
Lately, though, it seemed to be after something more than a one-night snack. Affection, maybe. Possible even commitment. Now it's Spring, and an immortal monster's bizarre fancy has turned to thoughts of weird love.
Only one man is the unlucky object of Zergopha's affections...