No porch lights, maybe?

We didn't have any trick-or-treaters last night. Granted, we had no candy, so it was for the best, but still...shouldn't there have been a couple? We figure the local kids either drove south to the Burbs for some hot candy action, or did the whole mall/zoo thing that has become increasingly popular. This pushed us into a reminiscing fit last night about our shared memories of suburban Halloweens: how the streets were crawling with kids and parents, the fear of razor blades in apples, and houses that didn't decorate and give out Zagnut bars were the rare exception, not the rule. We also discussed the "that one house" rule: apparently all suburban kids had that one house in the neighborhood that went way too far in the Halloween spirit (for me, it was the house that dug graves in the front yard, complete with people jumping out of them...graves!)

So relying on said suburban training, we turned off all the lights (we don't have a porch, so we figured complete darkness would be our version of the universal signal that this house is not participating in your fun, little Spiderman) and went out for Malaysian food (mmm...jicama). Seemed like the thing to do.