BEWARE!

So, despite the fact that I have nothing of real importance to say in this post, I do have something slightly humorous. The other day I was driving down a familiar road in Ohio when I glaced over into a nearby yard. Now, you may be asking, "Why were you even looking into this person's front yard?" Well, from the time I was very young I have looked specifically at this house for no other reason than pure entertainment. I'm not sure if the same people live there that did when I was a child, but no matter whether it was the same family or not, the house itself seems to carry an element of outlandishness. Other than the fact that it looks as if it has been added onto several times despite the lack of finances to hire a professional, it always seems to have something comical in the yard itself. For many years now it has been the home of a stone pig. Why they chose to buy a statue of a pig instead of the typical lion, I couldn't say. Nor could I tell you why they placed it in the dead center of their continually dying grass. Nonetheless, that pig has been there ever since I can remember. You would think that as the seasons go by the pig would lose its novelty. However, the owners of said pig must have had the same thought because they dress this fat little piggy in different clothes depending on the season. At halloween, for instance, I have seen it as a witch, spider, and pig ghost among other things. Sufice it to say that no matter what else is going on in my life, every time I travel down this road my eyes instinctively turn to the house with its piggy. Well, this day as I glanced over to see the new fashion of my pig friend, I noticed something else in the yard. It was a sign that from my memory of these types of signs, looked just like the one you see below.
However, I had to look twice. Was it just my dyslexia playing tricks on me? No...no...it wasn't. Somehow these people had been able to change the sign so that it no longer told people to beware of a dog. Now, the only other thing that I could think they would possible be warning others of was their stationary, ever-changing pig. But I was wrong. It actually read, "BEWARE OF GOD." After I read this, I got a mental image of God being cooped up in this bizzare house, and thought, "God must live here, since they have posted a sign to "beware" of him." This thought, however, didn't disturb me nearly as much as the one that followed. "By using logic, the only place God would live is heaven, and if that house is heaven, then that means the pig must be St. Peter....wierded out!!!"