I decided to investigate my front lawn for lost souls:
|This ghost emitted a unique aroma of Downey fabric softener.|
|I think this spirit may have been a little drunk as he kept walking into the tree.|
|This little fellow seemed to corroborate the notion that ghosts are often quite cold. He asked for his coat.|
Well there you have it. Indisputable proof that there are spirits among us - ones who repeatedly demand juice boxes and Pop Tarts.