Tragedy continues to haunt the remaining Peeps. Today about eight Peeps attempted to flee what they have begun to call "The House of Death". Returning home, I spotted what I thought was confetti strewn around the backyard and wondered what celebration had taken place while I was at work. To my shock and dismay, I discovered the colorful bodies of Peeps and a distraught lawn care person. "I didn't even see them!" he told me. "They ran out right in front of the mower and were in marshmallowy pieces before I could stop."

They were brought into the house, but it was, obviously too late. Those still remaining are whispering now, hiding in the plastic grocery bag they came home in. I fear a Peep-bellion is fomenting.



And in a life apart from Peeps .. the third in a series of seasonal "tunnel vision" shots: