I’m really glad I have this magic picture rock because no one is going to believe this one otherwise.
Remember the cliff face that the water was pouring out of?
Wait, that’s too vague.
Remember the one that the mountain stream started gushing out of, after the busted pond but before the other two ponds?
I have managed to reshape the area into a nice pond (because ponds! They’re a theme!) and I was just putting the smoothing touches on an area that was just sopping wet previously when a zombie ran out of the trees to attack me.
He was wearing a jack-o-lantern on his head.
I am not kidding. I am very freaked out. I’m amazed I even thought to take the picture.
He died like a normal zombie — disintegrated — and didn’t leave any pumpkin behind. Which is good because rotting zombie is the only smell worse than rotting pumpkin. I know because my dog rolled in one once when I was a kid.
So he’s gone, but what in the wide universe caused that? I’m not sure I want to know.