|I assure you, there’s a hole there (rained last night). It’s the size of a doughnut hole…2″ across or so.|
Seriously, what the hell made this hole in my front garden?? Giant wasps? Ground gopher (that’s what Husband says it is, by the way)?
Teeny-tiny Hellmouth (in which case I expect Buffy to come save me immediately)??
What if it’s something that attacks? Damn my front walk! First wasps the size of my flip-you-off-finger, now a CREATURE digging a snug Shelob cave next to the door.