A couple of years ago my family went on vacation to P.E.I. and rented a small cabin. The place was quiet, the beaches were lovely, everything was nice.
Except for one tiny little thing.
This was my view from bed.
If you don’t have pareidolia, you probably don’t see a problem.
But if you do?
How was anyone supposed to sleep peacefully with THAT staring down at them?
Eventually I pointed it out to Mr. Defaceit, because, well, how could I not?
Not surprisingly, he couldn’t see the evil clown. But eventually he picked out this face:
Needless to say, it was much more comforting to see a silly singer, than it was to see a creepy clown, so I made sure to focus on that when I was lying in bed.
You’d think that was the end of the story.
As I was noodling and doodling with this picture, I found a third face. One truly scary to anyone who’s been reading this blog.
Why is it always ducks?