Emily Flake's "My Pokémon Go Diary" in The New Yorker made me spit half-chewed mini Reese's cups all over my keyboard. I know you are all Pokémon Go junkies. Maybe you're like *me and only do it in "secret" on your kid's account—avoiding places where other people are walking around with their phones in their faces, probably getting loads of Pokémon because they aren't afraid to be seen.
*In actuality, it only took a few days for the novelty to wear off for me. Luckily, my teenage daughter is still excited about it. Never before has she volunteered to take the trash out and pick up the mail.