He's doing his job

I finally put out all of my Fall/Halloween decor last week. I tend to go heavy on the Fall stuff, because I can be lazy and keep it all up until Thanksgiving, when I drag out the Christmas stuff.

I decided to try out my life-size scarecrow in a different place this year, and while he's doing his job, he's also scaring the bejesus out of me:

Every time I pass by the door or go out to smoke another coffin nail, my heart stops for a second, thinking there's someone lurking in my front yard. Definitely time to put him somewhere else. My nerves are too frayed lately and I'm afraid I might try to hurt him.