An anonymouse over at
dochermes' informs us that now there's a solution:
During a full moon, I used to be embarrassed going out and stalking prey because my pelt just didn't seem as lustrous and shiny as it could be.
Now, when a terrified motorist screeches to a halt in the middle of a deserted country road because he sees me in his headlights crouched over a dead deer, I no longer feel self-conscious.
I think this is the stuff Don Imus uses.
Context proves that the folks at Wacky Packages had paranormal romance's back before it was a thing.