PT. 2: Fearing The Fir

They are multiplying. The freaky faced tree now has a doppleganger directly across the street. Same omnipresent smile and bugged out eyes, this one with a trace of spiderweb because, apparently, the creep factor needed to be taken up a notch.

The tree sits in a yard surrounded by that icon of Americana, the white picket fence. Which in the 21st century seems to favor wood-grain embossed plastic as its contruction medium.

I'm off for my morning walk...wish me luck.