Despite our efforts — including a kickass pumpkin, decorations, spooky sound effects and, in Jennifer’s case, a costume and snake to
freak out greet people at the door, the total number of trick-or-treaters to come to our door last night was zero. None. Nada. Not a sausage. Bugger-all. Kevin Philips Bong.
I was wondering why, and figured that our place is a bit out of the way for it: a row of townhouses near the highway, but not near any other cluster of houses. But Jennifer reports the same thing in Halifax, so go figure. Are children simply not going out on Halloween any more?