When my parents lived in Florida, they had a neighbor who had nearly 100 small statues in her front yard. Some were religious, some were animals, some were gnomes. She lived in Germany during World War II and was scared to death of loud noises, especially thunderstorms, because it reminded her of the bombing. She would run down the street to stay with my parents whenever there was a storm. Her tastes were a little strange, but no one hassled her about it.