I believe we have done our own impersonation of house zombies on occasion.
ETA: My husband’s response when I sent him the link - “I think six or seven of 'em would be more effective – who ever heard of a zombie attack from just one zombie? :D”
Have I mentioned that I love that man?
Good gad. Still arguing with Mrs. Plant for one lousy dragon. I want a mermaid for the water garden.
He’s read ‘World War Z’, correct?
I don’t think so. He’s seen a lot of zombie movies, though.
I think I’ll tell everyone it’s a plaster of paris casting from Pompeii.
*I dug up a garden zombie to menace my old friends
A chance to scare acquaintances and make them pee their pants
When I dug up the garden zombie, it didn’t know my name
It didn’t recognize me. It tried to eat my brain
But it’s all right now, I learned my lesson well.
You see, ya can’t please the undead, so best let 'em rot in Hell…*
For a change, you impress me, sir. 
“…arrives in three pieces.” just cracks me up for some reason. All twitching, I’m assuming.