It seems the zombies got a boost of extra self-confidence during the last hurricane.They have left their restricted area! I see them sneak around really close to where the skeleton is in the pond right next to Swamp Manor.
Perhaps the hurricane killed the little humility they might have had achieved after all these years of shooting at them.
Maybe it is that Jason realizes he needs to come nearer to minimize my fading of interest, since he always poofs when I respond to his bite-cuddle. I noticed he had dressed up a bit tonight.
Yeah … I am on a first-name basis with a zombie.
Silky, the little beautiful kitten that visits me in the bayou, is not too thrilled. She does not like zombies.
But me, I think I’ve got zombie guardians now.
Somehow, though, I hope Miss Petunia the alligator decide to stay at Swamp Manor. I do not trust zombies. Even if I find them rather cute when they cuddle-bite me, I am pretty sure they just want to suck my brain.
Still, a little ghostly girl can dream.
The Ghost of Liza Veliz fell in love with New Toulouse at first sight and established an existence in an old voodoo shack in the bayou. She publishes books, some of which can be found at her reading cafe at the French Market.