There's a zombie on your lawn.
This is our new garden zombie; his name is Zed Head. Each morning, I come out to the front porch with my coffee and watch people commute and start their day. I wish I had a dollar for every laugh, photo, and frightened squeal Zed Head gets every day. A German Shepard even growled at him.
At first I was nervous about what the neighbors would say. I was afraid they would make me take him in (where he would surely fall prey to kitty-related douchebaggery in short order). But everyone in the neighborhood seems to like Zed, like they are proud to be Zed's neighbor.
Watching people react to Zed's life-like form appear to crawl through my brick red mulch has made what amounts to a couple really shitty days seem tolerable, even a little fun.
This is our new garden zombie; his name is Zed Head. Each morning, I come out to the front porch with my coffee and watch people commute and start their day. I wish I had a dollar for every laugh, photo, and frightened squeal Zed Head gets every day. A German Shepard even growled at him.
At first I was nervous about what the neighbors would say. I was afraid they would make me take him in (where he would surely fall prey to kitty-related douchebaggery in short order). But everyone in the neighborhood seems to like Zed, like they are proud to be Zed's neighbor.
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