Just staring at me.
"Go find your parents, little person," I thought.
But the kid just stood there.
So I decided to give him my best teacher evil eye. (or if he was teary, offer to help him find his parent because I'm obviously a caring person)
When I turned around to look the little
That my stalker .....
Was indeed made of stalks in the form of a four foot scarecrow.....
(the above picture is not, in fact, an actual picture of the actual stalker but very greatly resembles the one who acosted me in the craft section at Wal-Mart. I regret that I did not have the presence of mind to take a picture of the perpetrator at the scene of the crime)