Won't you be my neighbor?

Which of these Halloween displays belongs to my house?

A. This one . . .















or B. This one?

Or perhaps I should rephrase the question: Which display do I WISH was in front of my house?

If you're following this blog, you know me well enough to know which of the above displays is my house. If you don't know me well, then let me regale you with a brief trip down memory lane.

A little over ten years ago, I lived in a little house across the street from a dairy farm. I shared the bottom of my driveway with my next-door neighbor. He had signs in his driveway-- and in front of his house-- that said things like "I don't want YOU, or anyone-- this means you!" and "Owner of house has guns." All of these inviting messages were painted on big masonite signs in black paint, accompanied by cattle skulls.

I seriously wanted to counter with signs that said, "Come on in- I have ice cream!" I didn't, though, and it turns out that my neighbor was a fine person who was just very protective and lonely and, well, okay, a little paranoid. I called him my Boo Radley neighbor.

I don't know my neighbors who have the Halloween display (have you figured out which one's mine yet?). I wonder if they're Boo Radley neighbors, too. Or maybe they're really, really creative and cool. I should also add here that their display is much more fun at night, when there are red spotlights on everything. I wonder what it will be like on Halloween.

Meanwhile, I need to add a budget item for next year's decorating: mannequins.