I had a beautiful blog post half-crafted this morning.  I forgot the Helen-istic maxim “haste makes waste” and I was typing so fast I accidentally deleted all my content.  I wanted to cry, but I didn’t.  I couldn’t spend another 90 minutes recreating the post, either, so I’m providing my readers with photographic evidence and a few clues.

The scene takes place here on my tree-lined street.  Dawn breaks after a dark and damp Halloween night.

There were tricks and treats and a muddy glove.  Muddy, not bloody.

What’s this?

A moose has a dinner-plate sized hoof, just about the same size as this scuff on my lawn.  Near where the pumpkins had been.

Zombie moose, marauding gang of teenagers, or a space alien?

You decide.