Not a lot of explanation necessary for this one. As of this morning, I caught our favourite Kenyon matriarch being loaded off a truck outside of Peirce, ready for another season of festively taking up space in the servery and making Thrill commenters grouse about how much we spent on a big pumpkin. There was a Gourdzilla-shaped hole in my heart, Kenyon administration, and you have filled it. I think I heard a couple guys in the servery refer to it as the “second coming” in my bleary pre-coffee 8:30 AM haze, so I don’t think I’m the only one excited for Gourdzilla’s glorious reinstatement, at any rate.
Now my only question is, “What is Gourdzilla’s sex?” After a Peirce tweet referred to her in the masculine, I don’t know what to think anymore.