Another Halloween has come and gone, leaving only a faint sugar buzz to remember it by. This year I got a little more geeky with the pumpkin, eschewing the traditional jack o' lantern grimace for a Homestar Runner.
Highpoint of the evening was my son. YTV was running the Wizard of OZ, and the little guy came strolling over, planted himself on my lap and gently rocked back and forth to the songs. Then it was into costume and about the neighbourhood for his first ever trick or treating. Mommy took him round while I watched from our porch and snapped photos. Of course - Mommy and Daddy had to confiscate most of the treats ;)
Lowpoint of the evening was learning that I'm not allergic to wasp stings, but I am still allergic to pain. Seems that a wasp found its way into the house and had planted itself in the candy bowl. When I went to grab a handful for the next batch of tykes, it stung me on the thumb. I don't know about you, but it's been years since any insect of any kind has stung me, and I'd never been stung by a wasp before. Let me tell ya - it hurts. No, it really hurts. I've since learned from a couple of searches on the net that these things' venom is designed to make every nerve ending in the vicinity of the sting scream in agony. And the remedies people tell you about, baking soda, antihistamine, ibuprofine... don't really help.
