Tis that time of year when pumpkins light our doors and children gather in the streets begging for sugary treats.
I love this time of year. The fall foliage is beautiful both clinging to the trees and crumpled around my ankles. The nip in the air is enough to motivate me for just about anything.
I also take devious pleasure in handing out candy and sending kids home. Regrettably, or maybe fortunately, I don't get trick or treators. However, I'm paranoid that I'll get one and not have candy. So, we buy the good stuff and hope no one shows up—that way we get the candy for ourselves.
Evilness can come in innocuous packages.