So, on one hand, I agree that it’s hilarious that werewolves in stories consistently forget about the full moon.  On the other hand, I can’t believe the hypocrisy of me (or any of us) being like, “oh wow, what kind of idiot doesn’t remember this thing that consistently happens every month and has serious consequences. ha ha ha.”   I mean, before one notices the speck in a fictional werewolf’s eye, one must take stock of how many pairs of underwear one has ruined.