Fear of the Dark

Evening all,

well, in the spirit of Halloween, it would seem that the Playmobil executioner has given up attacking plastic dolls and has began sorting out the teeny tiny woodland creatures instead.

Where will it all end?

Is no one safe?

Will i wake up in the morning to find the budgie cage door strangely ajar and carnage, feathers and bits of bird scattered throughout the cage?

Or worse, will his focus be on the cats or the larger, more somulent two legged occupants of our house when the witching hour draws nearer ? Should i keep a small penknife under the bed to defend myself, now that the government has said its okay to beat intruders to death as long as the bruises don't show...

or should i just bite the bullet and sacrifice the wife for the greater good?

night all.

Iron Maiden