It starts innocently enough. It’s a blustery autumn day and there’s a nice arts and crafts festival in your neighborhood, so you swing on by to see what there is to see. And right at the edge there’s an area for kids to make their very own scarecrows — your daughter is delighted! You help her put one together, though a lot of the good clothes have been taken, so the pickings are a little slim. You make a small scarecrow, one that you can stuff in the top part of your daughter’s stroller, and she just loves it.
But then you get home. The scarecrow just sits there. It starts to freak you out. And then, the very next day, this. Dear reader, steer clear of the make-your-own-scarecrow area, and maybe, just maybe, you can escape our tragic fate.