Do not hike alone in Connecticut or you could become our victim. My name is Harley, and I am one of the melon heads that dwells in the woods of Trumbull, Connecticut. Our story is a dark one, passed down through generations of our kind. In the 1960s we were children, unwanted by our families until we were taken in by Doctor Crowe to live in his orphanage in the woods. But Doctor Crowe was a bad man. He performed terrible experiments on us that caused our heads to swell even larger and our bodies to shrink. We had no choice but to end Dr. Crowe. We ate him to survive and burn down the orphanage. Now we wander the forests, hiding far from the civilized folks who would surely torment us. We do what we need to survive. We'll eat any animal or anyone unlucky enough to wander too close to our territory. No one can survive to tell of our existence. We hate the outside world because the outside world hates us. That is what we learned from Doctor Crow. Consider yourself warned.Do not hike alone in Connecticut or you could become our victim. My name is Harley, and I am one of the melon heads that dwells in the woods of Trumbull, Connecticut. Our story is a dark one, passed down through generations of our kind. In the 1960s we were children, unwanted by our families until we were taken in by Doctor Crow to live in his orphanage in the woods. But Doctor Crow was a bad man. He performed terrible experiments on us that caused our heads to swell even larger and our bodies to shrink. We had no choice but to end Dr. Crowe. We ate him to survive and burn down the orphanage. Now we wander the forests, hiding far from the civilized folks who would surely torment us. We do what we need to survive. We'll eat any animal or anyone unlucky enough to wander too close to our territory. No one can survive to tell of our existence. We hate the outside world because the outside world hates us. That is what we learned from Doctor Crow. Consider yourself warned.