Our first Trick or Treater is Dodger.
Once again, he dresses as a thief.
He destroys a green Skittle, a yellow one and an orange one before I stop him. Yipes, he only weighs about 9 ounces. I think he just ate 1% of his body weight in fruit flavored sugar.
The first costumed kid arrives at 6:25. It's a little later than usual and I am a little concerned that we might get stuck with 10 pounds of Starbursts, Skittles and assorted fun-sized chocolates. (I'm not kidding!)
She's wearing a homemade bee costume. The pipe cleaner wings are already bent. I adore her. She gets a Snickers.
I admit it, when I have the time--and sometimes I don't because they arrive in rushes of ten or twelve a time--I rate the costumes and give accordingly. Handmade ones get the good stuff. Skittles are mid-range and Starburst packets are the norm. Back when I bought the candy, I got nothing but chocolate. It's cheaper when I let Hydra do the shopping.
The official greeter at Chez Sundry.
There's a great little cowgirl around 7:00. With just the most wonderful smile, dark hair in pigtails descending from her hat, holster angled across her hip, real cowboy boots.
Two packs of M&Ms!
7:15 : A teeny-tiny Sleeping Beauty just barely understandably asks, "Where is your puppy?"
I have to tell her we don't have one.
"Okay!" She turns away, completely satisfied. Her mom takes the candy and thanks me, shaking her head and smiling.
7:20 : I eat a packet of Peanut M&Ms.
Hydra checks the body count. We've jumped from 13 to 52 since the last time he asked.
7:30 : Dodger's sitting calmly on his travel cage in the kitchen, saying "Helloooo--- Hellooo---" He is not sure why we are handing all our candy to these vagabonds. Just because they asked?
We get a lot of tweens and teens in our neighborhood. Maybe it's because Acton's a small town and there's not a lot to do. Most of them make an effort to dress up. No one has seemed happier than the boy in a skirt, tube top and heavy glam make-up.
7:50 : A batch of high school students shows up, not really in costume.
"What are you dressed as?" I ask with a chuckle, "Bums?" (Oh god, when did I get so old?)
"No!" says one.
"We're from the local rehab," says the another with a smirk.
"I'm a cripple," says the girl, holding up her wrist, which is in a cast.
"Very convincing," I say, handing over the Skittles.
"Ohhhh!" says Dodger in the background, "Heh-heh-heh."
8:05 : "Wow, your window is so clear!" a little lady bug says. Cute. A Twix arcs into her pillowcase.
8:57 : Time to turn out the porch light.
Total for the night: 131 critters!
The really scary thing is, I didn't open the second 4 pound bag of Skittles and Starburts, and I barely put a dent in the chocolate!