I’ve been stalked lately.  I have a poltergeist.  Not just any poltergeist, it’s a snacking poltergeist.

Oh yes, my friends, feeding time at the zoo Mama’s house has gotten ugly.

My poltergeist is a maniac.  A half eaten apple mocked me from the stairs.  I stumbled on it at night, when no one should be about.  Spooky.  And a little squishy.

I found strawberry stumps in the bathroom when I went to wash my face.  Peanut butter and jelly sandwich crusts peeking out from the bookcase.

But the worst was the egg.  I found it under my bathroom sink.  An Easter egg, from Easter.

Evil spirits, I tell ya.

Thank goodness we’re not digging a pool out back.  I’d probably find half a side of beef, briefly gnawed, out there.