You never know. Maybe. Just maybe that’s what this tacky,
quickly taped together, Happy-Housewife stage propping is all about. It’s like one of those Friday The 13th movies; just when you think the monsterous thing has been finally been defeated, just when you are freely dancing on said, monster’s grave, a gnarled, warty hand pushes up from the earth, ready to grasp the nearest living thing for support and sustanance!
Great post.
And I think you are right.