I don’t care who you are, that’s creepy.
I hope my ponds don’t disappear... I get all weirded out when the front itty bitty pond goest dry and you can see all the way down to the bottom to where the guy who used to live there 40 years ago left a box blade where it got stuck when he tried to get it out but he died and it’s been there all these years and no one can get it out...
... and I wonder if he ever tries to come back and get it out of that pond behind that grove of pecan trees when the moon is just right...
Hey, that’s a little creepy too...
;’)