Tasked With a Face

I've read my habit of finding faces in random stuff might be a psychological quirk. It’s a form of apophenia, which Wikipedia says may be linked to "psychosis and creativity". Comforting! I’d feel better if that read "psychosis or creativity".
Here’s an explanation I like better - Our brain is actually hardwired to see faces, to avoid missing one hiding in the bushes and preparing to leap out and rip our own face off. I made a project of rounding up a few lurkers, which got me thinking:


How many times does this guy check the locks before leaving the house?
Maybe meditation would help. Breathe, breathe.


Do you think Freckle-face's mommy makes him wear galoshes?
And pins his homework to his sweater?


Does the zoo know Coco is missing?


Will the Scopes boys knock me down and take my lunch money?


What are Linus and Schroeder up to?


Did Ms. Birch find her plastic surgeon in the Pennysaver?


Just what did Wally here find so shocking?


Do you think Woodrow likes being tickled, even a little bit?
He might not have a sense of humor, but how about this bird:


Okay, maybe a sense of style, anyway.
Might as well face it. We're being watched.