Thursday night is when all the things that go boo in the night come out. In my neighborhood, that means lots of kids in intergalactic costumes with their parents peering out from our bushes so as not to look like hovering parents, which they are of course, which is a good thing these days, and especially on Halloween night. 
I lock Calvin up in his crate and away from the front door, otherwise he’d swoosh out and sniff the kids to death. He doesn’t like it one bit. He feels it’s his night too. But I can’t trust him to behave himself like a decent beagle that he sometimes can be, but not on this night.
Of all the things that spook me on this night are:
- why this country has embraced this “holiday” that isn’t a holiday
- resorting to this in order to get free candy
- skeletons sitting in the passenger areas at the airport
- substituting harvest festivals for Halloween in religious settings – what’s the difference? The candy is the same
- Alf retrieving his favorite candy and hiding it in a pumpkin jar
- Calvin howling his head off and making the kids think we’re killing him
Calvin says, “You are killing me with this lock-down, and you don’t even toss me a Snickers bar, my favorite.” 
Calvin & Bloggie 