The monster came with the house.
The realtor said they could get estimates from removal services but then there was some sort of confusion with determining ownership because of the property lines, because it spends so much time underground. And there was so much paperwork and expense involved that we figured it really wasn’t worth the effort and decided to just let it stay.
We liked the house too much to give it up over something as minor as a yard monster. Besides, it doesn’t really bother anyone. It stays in the yard. The first summer it accidentally destroyed the azaleas but I didn’t care for the azaleas anyway.
The monster prefers the winter. It likes the snow.
I’m not sure who gave it the scarf, but it seems to like that, too.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.