So last night we're sitting around the dinner table, enjoying leisurely conversation, when my neighbor calls to tell me that she has been "evandalized."
"What do you mean?" I innocently asked.
"Well," she explained, "I had a plain old pumpkin sitting on my front porch. Yesterday someone stole it, but today they put it back. You just have to come and see it."
And so I ran over, camera in hand, to find this:
Only in Wheaton, my friends. Only in Wheaton . . .