Can I share a funny story here, with you all?
ONce in my younger years I had a room mate who was a Yoga fanatic. She opened a Yoga Class studio in our living room dining room. Well one night I come into the kitchen late at night and over the oven, where on a shelf SHOULD have been a microwave was a huge stone statue of some hindu god.
I was working around in the kitchen, and this thing was giving me the creeps so I threw a kitchen towel over it’s head. I thought I had done the right thing since, even though I hadn’t been raised frum, my mother hammered it into my all my years that idol worship is wrong and statues are wrong.