Saturday, August 16, 2014
The Creepy Cherub
Shortly after we moved to this house, I went out for a run one morning. When I got back about 45 minutes later, the cherub was there. It's really kind of creepy looking and freaked me out a little. I assumed one of the kids acquired it somehow and thought it would be funny.
I was wrong.
It appeared. It appeared magically and it is creepy looking. It has spent the last 8 or 9 years freaking out those who stop to take a close look at it.
"Seriously dude, it's not that bad..." they all say when I give directions to the house. (Look for the lovely red brick house with impeccable landscaping. We're the tan house next door with the creepy cherub bringing down her property value.)
You see, I'm pretty superstitious. And I truly believe this thing has something bad trapped inside, so I try to plant things around it to neutralize the ominous vibes I get from it. I have never seen silver artemisia die so fast as the time I planted several around the base of the creepy cherub. (In fact, it may be why Artemis got pissed off at me for a while... we're sort of back to friendly, but I never made that mistake again.) The only things that seem to be able to hold it at bay is rosemary and sage.
As you can see, the cherub made it clear it was still here and not carried off by a plow.
Eventually it emerged from the snowbank and declared it's triumph.
A friend suggested dressing it up for the holidays. Feather boas, knit bombing, etc. might be enough to neutralize the way the spell, "Ridikulous!" neutralizes a boggart in Harry Potter.
I'm too scared to do so.
But today, as I came into the house with the cat food, the Cherub told me it was time for me to tell others of its existence. I don't know why, but like I say, the thing scares me.
If it disappeared in the middle of the night, as quickly and silently as it appeared, I wouldn't object. I wouldn't ask questions and I would probably breathe a sigh of relief.