Stuck to their guns...

Our Halloween decorations held true to providing almost uncanny imitations of us to the very end. What began with Didgeridoostein's arm coming loose and GoKittenWitch sitting down, seemingly in frustration, amidst a super fun time (ahem) of triggering the door open chime for our alarm peaked with an idea flash to incorporate Didge's beverage of choice and a bottle of aspirin. Today I set about taking all the decorations down, starting with our little friends on the storm door.

Didgeridoostein did not want to come down. I wound up with one of his legs giving a good go towards choking me, and then one of his arms popped off. NOT, however, the arm that had its hand resting on the can of Monster. Oh, no. That one stuck hard and fast, and nothing would persuade it to let go. In trying to get that one loose, I managed to get tangled up in the remnants of the arm that had popped off and his legs. I finally just ripped him down, releasing my intention of keeping Didgeridoostein for another year.

GoKittenWitch fell apart. I undid a couple of pieces of tape, and her arms dropped, giving not one single damn about her bottle of aspirin. I guess it didn't do her any good. Her head came loose from her body, which sort of fainted back on to me. I stared at her head, still taped to the door, for a second and said, "This is just TOO good." Then I ripped her head and bottle of aspirin down, crumpled her up with Didgeridoostein, and put them to rest.

Freakish, isn't it? I'm sticking to jack-o-lanterns and the like next year. Getting tangled up in Didgeridoostein, who wouldn't release his grip on his energy drink, was bad enough - but GoKittenWitch blowing her top and falling to shambles was a little too real. I think I need therapy having seen that.