If you're going to practice pagan rituals, at least clean up after yourself!
I'll explain the title in a minute. For the moment, I'd like to talk about previous homeowners. As in, the people who had your house before you. John and I have always known that the woman who owned our house before us was a strange bird for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that she screamed at her own real estate agent and threw the phone on the floor when he called her to talk about the sale. But recently it has come to our attention that she was a pothead as well. Which explains some of her weird behavior. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But there's this attachment to the house off of our master bathroom that has had us curious since we bought the place. It's got a greenhouse-like ceiling and it's close to a water source (the shower). And it's not accessible from the outside; in fact, from the outside it just looks like a regular part of the house. But as my good friend Amy tells me definitively, it's a grow room.
And we're not the only ones to experience the interesting habits of former owners. John's youngest brother, Zack, just bought a house in Lawrence and moved in. Apparently the mail situation hasn't been sorted out yet, because the other day he and his girlfriend got a Wiccan magazine delivered the other day, with the former homeowner's name on it. It was filled with, among other sordid things, ads for Nude Yoga. Which, of course, is all the rage.
And now, a word about the title: when Zack was in Berkeley visiting a friend of his, they were taking a tour of the backyard when they came across a lump of candlewax. Zack's friend kicked the lump across the yard and said, "Dammit Allison [his housemate]! Everytime there's a full moon, you sit naked in the yard surrounded by candles, but you never clean up afterwards!" I've said it before, I'll say it again: you've gotta love Berkeley.