There are few things finer in life than plopping down on a hot summer day in your backyard, wobbly pop in hand, with a few friends and loved ones. Roasting in the heat as a soft breeze licks the sweat away from your skin, your beverage slides ice-cold down your throat. Someone tells a joke as the burgers flip on the grill, sending up a tower of greasy pillar of fire into the heavens.
And then, the existential dread kicks in.
Renee Jensen was enjoying the summer in her Harrington Park backyard on Saturday with her boyfriend, Alex, when she spotted something near the side gate.
The object appeared to be airborne, headed straight for the yard.
“Did a freaking bird die in midair or something?” she thought, going over to see what it was.
Looking down at the object, she jumped back.
It was Pennywise the clown. Albeit, a stout, cartoon version of the murderous clown from “It,” but Pennywise nonetheless. The plush character’s mouth was reddened with fake “blood.”
“It came at an angle and I just watched this thing, it didn’t hit a single tree and went straight over, just cleared the gate and hit the pine branches and hit the ground," says Jensen, 42, still a bit shaken from the incident.
She only has one neighbor in the vicinity, and they were not around at the time little Pennywise entered the yard.
So, as one does, Jensen lost every last bit of her shit. Read the rest