I've mentioned before that I work with my younger brother. We get along wonderfully and the set up usually works quite great. He's happily takes my orders.
Because he's a total push over, but that's another story.
Yesterday, he was watering trees at a rest area. Suddenly, he let out a loud yell and took off towards the parking lot.
"Oh my God, there is a flesh-eating zombie over there!" (Okay, so that may have no been exactly what he said, but he totally freaked out.)
"What?" I was fanning myself, trying to cope with the 104 degree heat.
"There is something moving in the grass!" He was being so loud, I was worried that something had reached up and grabbed his leg.
Begin the brave, loving sister that I am, I hurried over to where he was pointing, eager to find his new friend. Clay immediately started making excuses, realizing that he had been a big baby. "I think it was a bird in the grass."
I laughed. "Why did you freak out then?"
"I don't know I thought there was a snake or something." He leaned down and pointed at the ground.
This is what we found:
Yep, it totally looks like a flesh-eating zombie to me.