When bad luck repeatedly slams you in the stomach, don’t helplessly double over and moan – simply burn an evil cow head.
At least that’s the bad luck remedy that worked for me and my guy after we invited an evil cow head into my home. Actually, the cow head mask was more than invited into my home; it was dangling gleeful in the center of my house from a light fixture above my kitchen table.
This was no ordinary cow head. It was instead a miniature mask fashioned out of animal hide and hair by the Pascua Yaqui and sold by a vendor at the entrance of our favorite Tucson restaurant.
The cow head caught my eye since it was creepy, freaky and downright ugly – a perfect match for my existing home décor. The vendor gave us a brief rundown of the head, saying it was an evil mask worn by Chapayeka, dancers who join the soldiers in killing off Christ in the tribe’s annual Easter Ceremony.
I was too busy ogling the ugliness of the mottled head to pay the explanation much mind. My beau did ask a vital question, although he asked it too late. The credit card was already in the vendor’s hand.
“Oh, no, no – the Chapayeka won’t bring evil into your home,” the vendor assured us.