Yesterday morning as I was packing the church bag, I experienced a little pre-Halloween fright. I glanced up from the bag and its contents on the couch to the mirror hanging on the wall and saw this:
But here's the deal: I helped (read: "watched") Seth, his uncle Doug and his dad hang it from the tree the night before. So you think I wouldn't have jumped when I saw it through the back door via the mirror. Guess I'm just a scaredy cat.