Plus, if you firmly believe that what you are doing is “for their own good”, even something almost guaranteed to kill them, it’s not hard to justify taking the risk. If they’re innocent, they drown, and all that.
;)

The problem is that young teenagers act that way. Going around assuming that your grandkids in particular are wicked because you have an idealized view of other people’s grandkids is naive at best. Perhaps in her sheltered environment, she really didn’t know better, but it seems unlikely.

I guess she’s at least a darker shade of gray.

I wish I could guarantee it won’t happen again, but then something worse would occur.

I have to admit that, in the beginning, I was wondering where the horror was, though toward the end it took a very nice sharp turn. I might have liked a few more plot coupons leading us toward the spiders, but I can live without them. I am curious as to the Spider Being and how she kept Mrs Rose alive, and why it couldn’t save Harold.

My favorite Halloween costume I ever had was as an executioner, complete with hood, all-black outfit, and costume weapons. Other notable costumes include sorcerer, astronaut, and Charlie Chaplin. These days, fewer and fewer parents are making the costumes, like my mom used to do.

As an adult, I haven’t really been involved in Halloween very much, although in college my friend James used to invite me and my (then) girlfriend to his Halloween parties. There was a lot of drinking, and we all always ended up crammed into the hot tub.

This year, I’m wearing my mullet wig to work, and that’s about it. I’m not really into Halloween anymore. Maybe when my daughter’s a little older.

Is it wrong that I felt like cheering the old lady on?

Evil evil evil evil evil evil evil!