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.

xoxo