Well today, thanks to the creativity and restlessness of nature, I would like to share one more of those 'things'.
Yesterday, my lovely daughter and I plus our 4 dogs,
(4, count them, 4 dogs who have absolutely no business being mentioned on this blog post because they spent the entire day just doing random dog things, none of which was protection mode stand offs or scary growling at upcoming perils or even toothy barking because they sensed the presence of creepiness ahead),
started out on a lovely walk in the woods...
and then the humans noticed this....
AAAaaaaawwwwww!!!!! Zombie Apocalypse!!!
AAaaarrrgghhh!!! Stop with the Zooming!!!
Make it Stop !!! Too Close!! Too Close!
I am in the woods every ordinary, freaking, non-zombie day and have never noticed this zombie/skull head staring at me before.
It's eyes followed me until I turned a bend on the path all the while I'm calling out the possibilities of classification and trying to seem nonchalant to my daughter.
But I was obviously rattled and a bit panicked when my daughter gently calmed me by
So now I am a nervous, rock-junk-droid hating moron in her eyes as well as in the hollowed out eye sockets of the mostly dead, scary, lurking, droid-type, forest zombie with dinner on its mind, because I just kept walking.
Much faster walking, but no running for cover or brain preservation movement at all.
And the dogs noticed n o t h i n g !
Oh yes, I could have crossed the creek and checked it out, but why take a chance?
I had 4
In my mind.
Nothing worse or more ineffectual than a startled, struggling, picture taking "cause no one will believe me", droid-type, forest zombie hater who panics and can't climb trees or run fast enough human that makes protection of anything a moot point.
I was also assuming that we were mostly safe because zombies can't cross water.
Or is that ghosts?
No sleeping for a week!
I made it home and wanted to share this with you before things get ugly.
I'll let you know if I am brave enough for an update.
Thanks for being here.
Today, I got brave.
Went back to the woods to face the droid forest zombie and show him or her who's boss.
The forest zombie head was just a piece of junk thrown down a hill a bunch of years ago, sent to haunt me in this present day.
Stupid garbage + Stupid zombies = A sleepless 24 hours of fabulous speculation and imagination.
Thanks again for being here.
With your intact brain...and eyeballs in your eye sockets.
“Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland