Pre-Trick 'r' Treat Inventory. Note apparent lack of enthusiasm.
Witchy stockings: check.
Equipment check complete. Ready for departure.
Wait long enough to take a picture in our house, and there will invariably be a cat in it, somewhere.
Any lingering doubts that her father will have no trouble in the coming years can now be summarily dismissed.
Witch and Witch-wrangler #1.
Witch: "You're embarrassing me, Mommy."
Witch-wrangler: "Smile or I'm gonna beat you over the head with that broom."
Witch and strange, friendly alien. (Footwear is not per Starfleet regulations.)
Alien would not leave, possibly being stuck in temporal causality loop.
Huffy witch.
Witch and witch-wrangler in action. Witch's apparent fearlessness up to that point evaporated quickly.
Alien wandering aimlessly among the immature Earthlings.
Soon afterward, I was accosted by what appeared to be a large walking mound of moss, which informed me, "You know the red shirt always gets killed first, right?", and somewhat later by a hipster dufus (who was probably named TeeEye or TeeBee) who kept saying "Computer! Computer!"
What a world, what a world.
Yep, time to head back to base.
Hope everyone had a happy Halloween. Wassail. -- C.
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