Six treat-or-treaters. Six.
That's all we had at my house. Admittedly, I live on a sparsely populated street, where apparently not too many households got into the Halloween spirit; most cars in the neighborhood were staying on the lake's main drag, on the other side of my property. But...geez. My front yard rocked...thanks to Fellow Traveler, a host of carved, candle-laden pumpkins glowed in the night at the entrance to my driveway and up to my front door. I'd invested in a couple of green party lights, which I strategically placed in front-window lamps to cast an eerie glow. And -- not to brag, but I had a pretty decent cache of candy and snacks too.
Oh, well. It's a rebuilding year.
We took photos. I'll post them as soon as I find a camera cable.