The bordelon, or “le” bordelon as locals say, is a mostly invisible creature leaving in Bordeaux and its region. It lives in a dimension quite close to ours, so you can eventually encounter one if you are extremely lucky (or unlucky if it’s hungry) and if the conditions are met.
Its life cycle is totally dependent on the Moon: as you can see on the bottom of the picture, when it’s full moon (look at his head moon thing), its belly is full, it’s peaceful, cuddly, joking around ; then, between full moon and new moon, it’s fasting, and its mood becomes quite random, and goes worse as the new moon gets closer ; and when it’s new moon, well, le shit happens. Like, being Bordelais, its normal food is of course wine (preferably red), grapes and canelés, but at the turning point of the new moon, when it has ended its fasting and starts feeding again, it is so hungry and low that it occasionally feeds on humans, especially if they are full of said wine, grapes or canelés.
The thing is, if you want to see one, the energy of the full and new moons naturally facilitates the permeability between the two worlds, but if you really want to see one, you gotta be at least slightly drunk on wine (other alcohols don’t work, sacrebleu). So, if you’re in Bordeaux on a new moon, dangers of alcohol are worse than anywhere else. Bordelons are also great swimmers, and many believe that the numerous people who drowned into the Garonne river after partying hard on the docks were eaten by a bordelon underwater. In vino veritas, but in vino mortuus too, so be careful, traveler.