Care to share your favorite Halloween story?

Bummer, yes, but I can understand her concern. It is frightening to know your child will just go right to strangers so easily.
I imagine her wanting to leave quickly had less to do with you, and mostly to school her little girl.

totally opposite story.

Hubby and I like to match E’s costume. One year we were all Mario bros. characters.

Several houses invited us in to their parties, we were handed beers and jello shots and asked to make a plate… Great times.

We’re going as Star Trek characters this year.

A couple of years ago I didn’t want my daughter to go alone, but I could only go if she pushed me along in my wheelchair. I suggested we cut a hole through the bottom of a box, put it over my shoulders with my head sticking out, and a tablecloth over the box. I said she could push me around, and when people open their doors instead of saying trick or treat, she could say “room service” real creepy.
She nixed the idea.

Imma save that idea for when my feet become so bad i can’t walk door to door anymore

I went Halloweening when I was 11 in the neighbourhood and brought back a haul. Later I switched to a ghost one piece and hit the best houses with the best treats again and got King sized chocolate , Rum and butter,bars and $20 from one family that ran out of treats.

LOL. I love this story and have been telling it here for the past five Halloweens.

BLUE HONEY

It happened around this time of year. About twenty-five years ago in Central Florida, an area thick with miles and miles of orange groves, word got out that bee keepers had been producing the most beautiful blue honey of confectionary quality. I’d never heard of Blue Honey. So, the following April I drove out there to see and smell the blossoming of the citrus orchards. It’s magnificent. The air fills with the sweet aroma of oranges for miles and miles. Along the roads there were old farmers selling their honey and, after hunting throughout the morning, I finally found one that had the rare Florida Blue. It really was beautiful to look at—crystal clear, ice-blue. I opened a jar and received a concentrated blast of the sweet smell of the orchards. I couldn’t believe I’d never heard of this before.

I asked the guy how it was produced. He said that back in the ‘50s his old man, a local citrus farmer, decided to branch out into vanilla. But pollination of the vanilla orchid is very difficult. It must be done during the short time that the vanilla orchid vine bears fruit, the vanilla bean, and requires the Melipona bee, found only in Mexico and Central America, to accomplish this.Otherwise, humans must pollinate each flower with small sticks and this is extremely labor-intensive and becomes very expensive. So, his dad smuggled in a few hives of Meliponas to pollinate his orchids. But the bees didn’t gather honey only from the vanilla, but also gathered it from the orange groves surrounding them. The result was this beautiful and delicious blue honey.

A couple of weeks later my local paper broke a story about Florida Blue Honey. The FDA had come down on the grover like a cluster bombThe man in the restaurant had been telling the truth and grover went to jail and lost his land in the legal process. The orchard I’d bought from was surrounded on three sides by a huge, new federal construction project and the blue in the honey was the result of the bees being attracted to the chemical in the hundreds of Port-O-Lets put out there for the workers to relieve themselves while on the job. The color of the disinfectant is blue, thus blue honey.

Interestingly, there were no recorded instances of people getting sick from this. But the idea still sends waves of nausea up from my gut whenever I think about it.

Oh, @Espiritus_Corvus – that is friggin’ amazing.

After ~10 years of spending 7 weekends a year at the local Renaissance festival I can’t even drink blue Gatorade because it looks too much like “privy water” and here you are buying privy honey.

Bloody hell. So much for cutting and pasting from last year without proofing the work. There is an incomplete sentence out of place in the third paragraph. It belongs at the end of the paragraph.

The grover went to jail and lost his land in the legal process.

Bloody, bloody hell. Sorry about that.

@Espiritus_Corvus It’s ok I couldn’t read your wall-o-text anyway. : )

Many years ago, we built a small haunted house on my front porch. We had bats, body parts, a ghost, and a full sized Frankenstein’s Monster, which moved slightly at my touch. I sat under a table, and my head appeared to sit on the table, covered by a Nixon mask. My hand poked through the table, and was at the bottom of the candy bowl. Kids would be invited to help themselves to the candy, and when they would reach into the bowl, my hand would emerge, and grab them by the wrist. I scared one child so bad, he dropped his treat bag and ran. Never came back for it.

^ +217915679195691639 lurve.

Scaring kids is the BEST PART.

Trick or treating at Liberace’s house in Vegas. Late 70s early 80s.

I lived several blocks from his home. His doorman gave us bags full of pennies.

My brother and I are about the same age and would engage in horseplay around the house. When we were about 8 my brother bit the white bits off about 10 candy corn kernels and kept them in his mouth. Then he and I began rolling around pretend fighting until, in front of my poor mom, we intentionally made made contact. He screamed like in pain and held his mouth like he was seriously hurt. He then slowly spit the white bits into his hand. They looked exactly like 7 year old’s teeth. My mother was shocked and began to cry.
That was a cruel joke.
We found out later that she had just been diagnosed with breast cancer (a near death sentence in those days) and had a lot on her mind.

We behaved after that.

Jesus.

When I was about 5 I did the exact same thing @LuckyGuy, but with just one. I showed it to her, telling her I’d lost a tooth THEN I ATE IT! Blew Mom away!

Gosh, what a tossed salad of emotions. Mean but clever trick, pulling it off to boot, then finding out the tough news, and the guilt.
I have to hand it to you boys, the clever portion made me laugh.