Sauce: A zinnia by any other name would be as creepy...

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I love zinnias. Zinnias, if you don’t know, come in a variety of colors and sizes, but their defining characteristics include brilliant hues and stiff stems, which makes them one of the very nicest flowers for bouquets. I wouldn’t name my kid Zinnia, but hey, it’s not bad. Nothing against zinnias.
HOWEVER.
When you go out back on a stormy night, long after darkness has fallen, in your vulnerable bare feet and pjs, because you remembered to take the trash out about three hours after you’d forgotten to take the trash out (or “forgotten”, because taking the trash out is the worst), and you find a carefully placed, long-stemmed, single pink zinnia, freshly wilted, ON TOP OF YOUR TRASH-CAN...THAT, my friends, is CREEPY AS H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS.
If you’ve been reading since Monday or so, you’ll know that I’m in the process of moving. It’s a long, arduous, painstaking process at the least, and, like Rome, can’t be completed in a day.
Except when it can.
Friends, I am GONE and may or may not be filing for a place in the witness protection program.
The perpetrator will forever be known as the “Zinnia Stalk...er...”

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