Don't make the pumpkins angry.

Ever since his retirement, our Neighbor Across the Street has taken to decorating his yard for holidays with, shall we say, an extreme degree of enthusiasm. This time of year in particular, it can get a little disconcerting. I can't take Fizzgigg for a walk without the paranoid feeling that I'm being watched. Last year was the worst--there was a little sea of cute, happy scarecrows who looked ready to march on our house at the slightest neighborly indiscretion. This year's Pumpkin Head Army isn't quite as unintentionally frightening, but still... well, see for yourselves.





The pictures are blurry, but you get the idea. That is one heck of a lot of plastic pumpkins, yo. The kids seem to love it, though, and I guess that's the main thing.