Just because my children (you know who you are!) had the nerve to grow up and move out doesn’t mean I can’t make my Halloween buddy. Said buddy used to have a pumpkin head, but several years ago, nervy squirrels started gnawing the pumpkin buddy’s head, rendering my personification of Halloween fun, rather gruesome. Hence, the introduction of Ball Head person! The red playground ball–with a permanent marker-ed happy visage–has endured for years, smiling at trick-or-treaters no matter how humiliating its get-up. Here’s this Halloween’s stuffed hippie in my front yard.