I don’t remember now - this was a few years ago. However, when that single group of trick-or-treaters came to my door this Halloween, I didn’t have anything in for them because I wasn’t expecting anyone (having not had any trick-or-treaters the previous few years), so I let them take their pick from a Thornton’s selection box where most of the chocolates were unwrapped. Still no laxatives even though those particular kids are nasty bullies.
We gave out 200 full sized candy bars and then 50+ back-up candies before we turned the light out at around 7:00.
We live in a town of 3,000.
Yup, full sized candy bars.
Oh, forgot to mention.
It was snowing all evening.
We’ve been averaging about three a year but didn’t get any last year.
Actually, it might as well be poison; it’s dangerous, and if that person was the subject of a single complaint they would be arrested and would face a felony charge. In all likelihood they were full of shit, because if they weren’t, there is an excellent chance they’d have gone to jail for it.
Rather than laxatives, why not hand out tampons? (I thought of this one year – however, in my defense, I was only fourteen. And no, I didn’t do it, since I ended up going trick or treating – and yes, I wore a costume) It’d be a great idea though for those snotty, uncostumed teenagers.
We give our candy to our neighbor and he hands it out, telling people it’s from us. Our dog just gets too upset from all the trick or treaters anymore.
When I was a kid, I used to go to my cousins’, (they lived in a huge plan) because there really weren’t that many houses in my neighborhood, plus it was more fun to go all together. Our other cousins, Marc and Maria would come too, even though they had a big neighborhood, and we’d all have a blast. My dad and my uncles would take us around, and then my mom and my aunts would pass out candy. It was the best freaking time.