… Specifically, I hate corn fields.
I’ve talked about my Mirkwood, those tangled dark woods that menacingly exist at the edge of my land and where even the dog is afraid to venture in too deeply.
I’ve talked about the insane wildlife that prowls the grounds under the cover of night — The Chupracabras, the coyotes, the demonic deer, disgusting bugs, and tormenting birds that chirp and screech all night. And the toads. When it rains it’s the plague of frogs.
Now I have a new menace to add to the list.
Corn. Evil corn.
When normal people see a field of corn…
When I see a corn field on imagination hyper-drive…
Who knows what monsters lurks between their rows.
It’s like living in the middle of a haunted corn maze. all. the. time. with little chance of escape. Ever.
When I go outside at night I hear the stalks rustle and move in the darkness. I know it’s in there. It knows I know it’s in there, always watching from the stalks. At least I think we have a mutual understanding, I hope … as long as I don’t wander too closely or linger too long.