We live in a neighborhood (often referred to as “The Bubble”) that takes Halloween seriously.
In order to fit in around here, you have to be down with the BOO tradition (click here for the free printable and instructions from kippy p. designs), draping the front yard with swaths of thin cotton batting to make it extra spider webby, and decorating the house with spooky gusto the way most people do for Christmas.
There are costume parties galore for kids and adults in the weeks leading up to Halloween. Here’s a video of my little Black Spiderman breaking it down to “Ghostbusters” at a party over the weekend. I told you he loves that song.
He’s just like his mama. Only fool dancin’. Doesn’t even care.
Our friends, Katherine and Ashley, came with us to the Crawloween event this weekend. Ash was wondering if we would be the only people in costume. Nah.
On Allhallows Eve, hordes of people come from surrounding areas to trick or treat in our neighborhood. Our neighbors usually sit on their porch and give out candy while clicking their counter. In the nine Halloweens we’ve all lived here, the most trick or treaters they’ve ever had was upwards of 500. There are buses that haul kids in from other areas. They descend on the neighborhood in swarms. While we are out doing our own trick-or-treating, we are unlikely to see our neighbors because of the influx.
We’re very fortunate to live in an area where the houses are close together and people feel safe walking with their children at night. But what I don’t like is the following:
- People who drive their minivans around, sliding doors ajar, following their kids and screaming out of the driver’s window to “get the good candy for Memaw!”
- Adults who come to the door, cigarettes hanging out of their mouths, requesting candy “for the baby who is sick at home.”
- Adults who smoke while trick-or-treating with their kids, and in the meantime blow smoke on us, and then throw their butts in my yard.
- Adults carrying tiny babies who say they are trick-or-treating for the baby. You know, the one who doesn’t have teeth yet.
- Trick or treaters who don’t say “thank you.”
- Trick or treaters who look like they are old enough to vote in the upcoming election, who come to my door sans costumes. You get no candy from me until you at least put some effort into it. (This may stem from the church I attended as a child for a few years that considered Halloween Satanic or evil or some other BS. We weren’t allowed to trick or treat and only could wear “friendly costumes” to a Fall Festival. Remember those who fought for your right to wear costumes and worship Satan as you wish, young people! Look at me. I’m all Halloween suffragette over here.)
- People who ring the doorbell even though our house is completely dark. Extra Bad List points go to those who do so after 9 p.m. Seriously? Get off my lawn. (Hi, I’m grumpy about certain things. Crowds and bad manners being some of them.)