Can you recall a mythical creature which is believed to reside on the dark crest of the snowy mountains of the Himalayas, is ape-like, covered with a thick hide of hair, and preys on stray beings? A Yeti, you would say. I say it is YOU. Yes, you are a Yeti. Just as the powerful forces of pubescence touch you, you start to mutate on a rapid scale, giving birth to some obstinate tufts of thick, black, hair in areas unknown. Mood swings make you hotter than an active volcano at times or as cold as an isolated igloo. The sentinels of adolescence spawn bulbous, pus-filled pimples on your skin, elongating it in the process.