Scary Mary, you're not so scary.

Scary Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?

Not very well, seeing as how our new scarecrow, Scary Mary, never took the How To Scare Woodchucks course.

She's made of old girls' clothes and a dried out birdhouse gourd, so she's plenty creepy.

But the woodchucks laugh at her, while munching on my brussels sprouts.

Next year, I think Scary Mary may need some of those plastic fangs.