Zombie Brains On My Ceiling

There is a Zombie Brain on my ceiling. When I see it, I get the broom and sweep it down. But it always reappears. Sometimes it shows up in the kitchen, often I will notice it in the living room, and once in the bathroom, inexplicably above the toilet. The zombie brain used to disturb me, I mean it is an unsightly remnant of a gruesome battle for life and death, won. However as time goes by I am becoming used to the zombie brain on my ceiling. It is just another part of having two sons, something any mother worth her salt will grin and bear. The wet toilet seats, and daily cheerios stuck to the breakfast table… now that is an entirely different story. I mean I have to draw a line somewhere.