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Really Inconvenient Spot

It has been a couple of years since the Mild Wife and I moved into the Mild Home (and almost ended up adopting a cat in the process). On an intellectual level, I know this fact and I can process it, but there is a different part of my brain that says, "holy crap, it's already been more than two years?!" It's just hard to believe that so much time has passed.

Now, I led with that particular fact because I want you to know that I am not new to this neighborhood, nor am I unfamiliar with what happens nearby. I have more than two years of experience in the matter, after all. That's hardly a tiny sample size.

So, imagine my surprise when I looked out my window one fine morning and saw this:

It was probably around 7AM

That's far enough away where I couldn't be sure exactly what I had seen, but it was also clear enough where it made me do a double-take. I remember walking past the window, glancing out the window, taking a few more steps, and then literally backing up to take a second look. Let's just say that I didn't need much coffee to feel alert that morning.

I mean, look at that. I later learned that it was a doll, but at that distance, that thing looks suspiciously life-like. So it looked like there was a random toddler in a bush. That's not something you see very often, right? Worse yet, it immediately raises all sorts of questions about the series of events that led to that picture. None of those scenarios are particularly happy, so my brain was shunted into worry mode.

Fortunately, it wasn't an actual live human being, but I certainly got a good scare for a few minutes. I never solved the mystery of how that doll ended up in that bush, but there is a dumpster near that bush, so perhaps that was related to the appearance of the doll. In either case, I was relieved enough that I was happy to leave that particular mystery unsolved. It just made for a really memorable morning.

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