I live in a very small neighborhood and the kids look forward to my house. I wasn't going to dressup to hand out candy this year like I have every year. I was a cat once, scarecrow another. I was just diagnosed with Rheumatoid arthritis and not feeling well plus I am on some nasty meds. A neighbor came up to me and asked if I was dressing up this year because her kids love it. (my kids are grown and gone) so down to the basement to dust something off.