I told Tom the stick was supposed to go in the ground. He didn’t listen. Now we have the creepiest scarecrow on the block because he’s a stalker. A stalker with a stick up his ass. The worst kind.
And, it’s even creepier from the inside.
Or maybe he’s not stalking us at all. Maybe he’s just being super judgmental. Like he’s thinking, Wow, this house could really use a paint job… and a new door. I gotta see what it looks like inside…
Ugh. I hate judgemental, stalker scarecrows.