Usually our block draws a pretty good crowd on Halloween - thanks to our neighbor's festive display.
But this year, the trick-or-treater numbers were most definitely down. Even though I was giving out candy by the handful, we still had lots of leftovers. I would guess we had about a third of our usual traffic, which was a little disappointing.
But, that's OK. We still had fun. Didn't we, Wylla?
Wylla slipped into her orange owl sweater, blended into the decor, and watched the halloween scene from the window last night.
Bean hung out with us for a spell, but really wasn't much in the spirit, so she retreated upstairs to snuggle with her dad on the sofa.
Nice costume, Grumpy Cat.
Wylla watched the kids come and go for quite some time, and when she started getting tired, joined me on the couch and climbed up on my shoulders to nap. She took many trips to the door while riding on my shoulder. Sometimes she was in a half-awake state, sometimes she was sound asleep. Some kids noticed her, some were too distracted by the contents of the candy bowl, and didn't see her at all.
Our little friends Opal the Human and Ellis, her brother, stopped by. When Wylla said a sheepish hello, and Ellis stated "she's scared of me". I reminded him that he WAS dressed like a skeleton, and confessed I was a little afraid of him too.
At 9:00, I turned off the porch light and closed the shades. Wylla climbed out of her sweater, we called it a night, and I headed upstairs with my kitty and a couple of Kit Kats to share.