This Halloween guest once graced our front steps but was swept away on a windy November day - his head rolling along until he fell off the edge of the porch and landed softly in the mulch...kerplop. There, he rested until this Spring when I found him lazing under an azalea bush, perfectly intact & looking toward the sky. His once piercing, hollow eyes, hardened, heavy skin and spooky smile had become nothing but soft, rounded, friendly wrinkles. Like he was happy to see me.
I dug up and re-landscaped our entire front bed the day he was discovered (ooooh, my achy-breaky back...). I set him aside. When I was done, I placed his teensy featherweight body back under a bush, amongst the plantings and mulch - where he graciously keeps watch of all the garden goings-on. Nice to have friends in all the right places!