11. October 32, 2011
Morale….down. Spirits… running neither high nor low…but still running. After what seemed to be a high point of sugar-induced frenzy late last night (21:00 hours) we had thought they would disperse. Reliable sources had reported that vampires, witches, princesses, angry birds, magicians, Iron Men, pirates, Pippi Longstockings and 1950s girls disappear at the stroke of bedtime on October 31st. For us, no such luck. But we knew going in that this could be an extended and particularly deadly Halloween season. Halloween falling on a Monday meant a 4-day long orgy of tootsie rolls and dum-dums. After four days of hard partying, by trick-or-treat time, adorable Tinkerbell had transformed into Punk Fairy with ratty hair and a snarl. The dapper Magician (with tuxedo and red bow tie) had become a flesh-eating zombie in tails. Now – we’ve barred the gates, but it cannot last. Soon, they will leave school, and we will watch, helpless, as they descend upon the rotting carcasses of gummy bears and those talking M&M guys. They will feed. They will gain strength. We cannot hold for long. Our only hope is the Tooth-like Fairy, whispered about in quiet exchanges in the flicker of the jack-o-lantern. She arrives, we are told, in the depths of the night, to exchange candy for books. We pray that she may be real. Otherwise, god help us all. They are coming.