Some years, fall creeps up on me. Sure, I notice the signs, but I ignore them as long as I can. Mostly it’s a combination of general optimism and intense dread of winter that produces my head-in-the-sand attitude. But there comes a time when it simply can’t be ignored. Late October is that time.
Halloween in my neighborhood is almost competitive sport. For a while, it centered on the jack o’lantern as an art form. Apparently special tools for carving pumpkins, along with patterns were sold … somewhere. But recently, it’s been yard decorations. And I’m not talking pumpkin and skull lights on the bushes here. I’m talking crashed witches
Ghouls and ghoulies also abound, as does spider webbing, the kind that would drive a serious housekeeper batty.
There seems to be general mayhem some places, with people falling from windows and lying on bushes.
And then there’s the arachnid from your nightmares. That is one big spider and could possibly be responsible for all the spider webbing strung around.
As my Uncle Lewis used to say, “That thing gives me the heebie jeebies.”