I suspect that Tacklefordlings have a skewed notion of what counts as a “supernatural occurrence”, too. Gutters backed up because mooncalfs nested in the downspout? That’s not supernatural, that’s just Tuesday. It’s not like Lottie’s stepdad turned into a giant soul-sucking walnut and then got exploded by an emo ghost bound to the bricks in the boot of the Queen of the Underworld’s Fiat or anything like that…