It’s the Zombie Bow Ties o’ the Apocalypse! I turn to the west, and there they are. I turn to the east, and there they are. It matters not if I go upstairs or downstairs—they’re following me. Everywhere. Their pointy little bow tie schools are closed for the duration of the pandemic, and all they have now is yours truly, 24/7. The dapper critters do not even allow me a moment of privacy. I fear my brain is becoming altered by the constant mass presence of the Zombie Bow Ties o’ the Apocalypse. I fear I am becoming one of them. 😱