Several summers ago, my salsa jar sprouted eyes. The googly kind, of course. So did my milk jug, tissue boxes, egg carton and toothpaste tubes. Don’t worry, those wobbly watchers didn’t leave me frightened or flabbergasted. After all, the strange surveillance gig was my idea. I’m the one who dug through a box of craft supplies early one morning and located a stash of googly eyes. I’m the one who snuck through the house with a glue gun and attached those wobbly watchers to anything I could find. I didn’t add a pair of eyes to the salsa jar because I wanted …
