The costume we ordered to make Violet a "candy-corn witch" won't get here quite in time for her to wear it to school Friday, so now we have paid for it and I have to sew one anyway. This seems sub-optimal. We are having a fun Halloween party, much of it taking place in our yard, as long as those poisonous caterpillers are really all dead. They seemed dead. John and I went on a revolting binge of killing them a few weeks back in an attempt to save a tree which was otherwise going to be an etch-a-sketch drawing in ten minutes. They were brilliant scarlet and black, and full of thick, green ichor. Later we learned they're poisonous. Reflecting on it, that's pretty much how nature tells you things are poisonous; look: I'm striped crimson and black with extra yellow bits! It's probably better we didn't know at the time, or we might not have been as ruthless. I should totally make this cake, though, right?