Regretfully there is nothing that can be done about things .. just a time bomb ticking, ticking, ticking .. until one day soon, the zots will decide to take a property here, and a property there (they have after all started with vacant land and been successful), so why not progress to property?

When Peter saw the nail poking up through his foot, he freaked out and started hyperventilating.

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What is especially frightening about Pet Sematary [1983, by Stephen King] is that there is nothing extraordinary about it. It is, in a sense, intraordinary.