Who needs to make a quick costume change in the middle of a neighborhood? A spy or a fugitive? Maybe a dedicated performing artist? Whatever the case may be, it's good to know my front yard can double as a dressing room.
The local youth art movement thanks you for the anonymous donation of supplies, a favor that will be generously paid back to the community with their own brand of urban beautification.
Strictly speaking, this dude was not thrown in our yard, but he did smell like garbage. He was lying in the middle of the street, clearly injured and bleeding a little. We adopted him for the next 12 hours and sent him to animal shelter.
In this picture he is saying "I hate Mondays". Ha!
... and preserve the land???
Big tobacco, once notorious for its wildly successful, but deadly ad campaigns, is clearly unable to get its message across.