I’ve been spending a lot of time in Southwest Florida this year, and I’ve noticed something strange.
Okay, noticed is really the wrong way to say it. More like my overactive imagination and zombie obsession have come together to form a theory.
There are lots of “camping” places here where the RVs seem to have taken permanent roots. Or rather sunk into the ground. The siding has sagged and stretched until it covers the wheels. And by stretched, I mean the owners have added bottoms to hide the mobile-ness of the campers, removing the original purpose of having a home with wheels. They’ve added gardens and sheds. A porch roof that definitely wouldn’t make it down the highway. Normally, I wouldn’t care if décor had completely obliterated function, but after careful consideration, a camper would be the best form of housing in the zombie apocalypse. (more…)