Scarecrow Saga

Some friends gave us a scarecrow at Halloween — you know the kind, from the Xmas Tree store?  With overalls and a hat and cloth face, etc?  On a stick?  Sort of like this one?

Anyway, it’s been slowly, “mysteriously” moving away from our house.  It moved first to the middle of our yard, then to the strip of grass by the road, where it stood for several days just staring longingly at the scarecrow across the street.  Over the weekend it gathered up enough courage to cross the road.  When we last saw it, it was standing right next to the neighbor’s scarecrow, holding out a bouquet of dead hydrangeas in the friendliest way imaginable.

My kids, as you can imagine, were BESIDE themselves.

Not so, apparently, the neighbors!  The scarecrow is now GONE, like one day after they got back from the Tgiving weekend!  Theirs is still there, alright, but ours is nowhere to be found!

I mean, what the hell did they do, toss it in the trash?  It was standing there HOLDING FLOWERS!  Andrew thinks maybe they called Homeland Security.  Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised.

At first, Seven wondered if the neighbors had taken our scarecrow in and “slaughtered” it.  (Too much World of Warcraft?)  But then she decided that Lolly (so she’s named it) had just gone wandering again.  She even made signs to put up around the neighborhood: LOST SCARECROW, with a hand-drawn picture of it and our our address, should the scarecrow be found wandering the neighborhood (at night, looking for human flesh).  I’m going to put one on the tree right in front of those neighbor’s house, I tells ya!

Seriously, though, WTF is wrong with these people???