What's that one old blog written by the NASA lady who lived in a pile of sticks covered in squirrel trap and tarps? Stole internet/power from the parking garage she lived behind and got food from dumpsters? That's my mental image of a forest witch, everything else is just LARP

One step at a time. You think a bog witch just runs a hose into a low section of woods and becomes a swamp hag overnight? No, these things take patience and care.

Same picture

Sleeping on those roots though... I can feel the back pain from way over here.