The Vonder Haar house is in a more or less constant state of disarray. During the most recent attempt by The Wife (who knows my long standing fear of toothy monstrosities) and me to vanquish the filth goblins in our kitchen, I noticed something amiss.
Me: What is this doing here?
The Wife: What? Where?
Me: On the windowsill. There's a bulb of garlic on it
TW: [not missing a beat] It's to keep the vampires from getting in.
Me: That's...a fucking great idea. Why didn't I think of that?
TW: Just looking out for...where are you going?
Me: To the store. We need 15 more for the rest of the windows.
So now the house smells like Fuzzy's Pizza. She's still balking at melting down the silverware for anti-werewolf shotgun shells, however.
Does The Wife have any proposals for keeping sharks out of the bathtub?
With zombies at the mall, and werewolves at the Circle-K, spending $8 at the store for garlic cloves is only…..prudent.