Most people I know tend to spend the better part of the year attempting to avoid being branded as the neighborhood lawn deviants.

Not just decorate, mind you. More like transform a once classically-groomed lawn into something akin to a necropolis (filled with happily smiling pumpkins, of course).
The prevalence of Halloween yard décor is second only to that designed to celebrate Santa Claus' arrival. But it isn’t the popularity of Halloween decorations that makes the phenomenon blog-worthy; it’s the sheer ingenuity and vigor of Halloween aficionados.
Along the winding 17 mile path through suburbia that I take to visit my parents, I’ve noticed that the number of yards that are decorated for Halloween has been steadily increasing. Even more interesting are the vast majority of the homes that feature some sort of Halloween theme. The most popular themes tend to be graveyards/cemeteries, pumpkin patches or some sort of haunted house (this option usually involves the homeowner jumping from behind a tree dressed like a villain of the horror film genre).
Given that Halloween is breaking all the rules of a well-groomed lawn, it only seems appropriate that it would also break the rules of respectability.
For instance, on March 10, when assessing the damage that winter has inflicted upon his yard, a homeowner notices that an opossum has had the audacity to curl up and pass away in the middle of the rhododendrons. Appropriate and immediate action is taken to remove the offending rodent as its presence violates the code of the tidy lawn.
However, on October 10 (when most fine retailers begin to capitalize on the upcoming holiday), that same homeowner shares a Saturday afternoon with his family; an afternoon that involves strategically placing Styrofoam gravestones, rubber body parts and stuffed rabid-looking animals (ironically resembling the discarded opossum) about the yard.
It’s not exactly clear what about October encourages well-meaning folks to turn their manicured lawn into a set for a B-grade horror movie and encourage children to accept candy from middle-aged husbands hiding in the bushes with toy chainsaws. No matter the reason for the October peculiarity, every year, November 1 dawns cheerfully over the once-festive October debris. And the clean up begins…

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