I had some friends in high school whose parents would hole themselves up in the basement and ignore the trick-or-treaters. We've almost done that tonight. Bridget goes to bed at around 7, so the idea of a whole lot of people knocking on the door for a few hours after that did not appeal to me. We put the light on, and left a bowl out. I should go and check on it actually. I always hated the bowl people when I used to trick-or-treat, but now I certainly do understand it.
