I sat outside the house for an hour until it began to rain, waiting for trick-or-treaters. Nope, they walked past me and stared at me like I was some kind of psycho. Even the mothers that went with their kids. What could I possibly do to them? Stab them with a frail, blunt 3 mm knitting needle? Throw a ball of yarn at them?
My albino fancy rat Rainbow was with me, but mostly he explored my various layers of clothing, hiding here and there to keep the cold out. He was such a good boy, he didn't try to steal any of the sweets until we were back inside the house.
I was dressed up as a Hippy zombie, even though the skirt is not finished. My make