We moved in to our new place on Halloween night.
You can imagine, as I was walking the dog the next morning, that there were a lot of goblins and ghouls hanging out of trees and bushes. There were cobwebs and gravestones and jack’o’lanterns galore.
I didn’t think about it. I just sleepily walked the pooch down a block or two and then circled back.
But then I came across this sticking out of an unassuming hedge, guarding its territory.
Yep, that’s right. A Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Now, it was November 1st so I did a double take, checked out the detail in the brush hanging from it’s terrifying teeth, and kept on my way. I lumped a giant dinosaur in with the zombies and other creatures still lurking around the neighborhood with their Halloween hangovers.
An unusual choice of Halloween decorations, but most likely a decoration nonetheless.
Then I turned the corner. I saw the rest of the sculpture.
This was no holiday decoration. This was not just a face sticking out of the brush. This was a permanent fixture, wreaking terror 365 days a year. This TRex was bronze, immovable, and probably very very heavy. Not at all meant just for Halloween.
I got home and shook Brad awake.
“I have some bad news for you.”
Mumble grumble sleepy noises.
“No, seriously. I have to tell you something.”
His eyes open, worried.
“There is a TRex living about a block away. You know not to move when you see a TRex, right? They can’t see you if you don’t move.”
Confused, tired, Brad-face.
“Unless, of course, you’re on a port-a-potty. Then you’re just screwed. Jurassic Park style.”
I love my husband.