So on Halloween night, my son was on the front porch helping to distribute treats. And at one point, we ran out of treat bags and had to turn to our back-up supply of miniature chocolate bars. A steady stream of trick-or-treaters approached, and he knew he had to act quickly to open the sealed plastic bag of chocolate bars. Alas, he acted a little too quickly. And dozens of Mars bars exploded from the torn bag and scattered around the front step.
Surprisingly, approaching trick-or-treaters did not descend upon us in a sugar-induced frenzy, scooping up all the chocolate bars they could find. Instead, the vampires and zombies and princesses waited patiently while we gathered them up. And we were sure we had them all. Until weeks later. When the removal of fallen leaves and the trimming of shrubs revealed a surprise. A beautifully-preserved, chocolate-y surprise.
Suddenly, I'm motivated to do more yard work.
Surprisingly, approaching trick-or-treaters did not descend upon us in a sugar-induced frenzy, scooping up all the chocolate bars they could find. Instead, the vampires and zombies and princesses waited patiently while we gathered them up. And we were sure we had them all. Until weeks later. When the removal of fallen leaves and the trimming of shrubs revealed a surprise. A beautifully-preserved, chocolate-y surprise.
Suddenly, I'm motivated to do more yard work.