We have some Halloween candy left. It’s hard to eat all of it, even with the candy-eating contests we have every night while watching Wheel of Fortune.
Last night threw me for a loop though, as I realized maybe I hadn’t inspected the candy thoroughly enough. First I pulled out a Tootsie Pop for Christian, since he is always in the mood to suck on something hard.
This was a little alarming, but then I thought, Oh, right. Cute Halloween effect.
Next I reached in for a Laffy Taffy and cut my finger on something.
Woah, Nelly. This made me dump the rest of the candy out, and I found that someone had compromised the Starbursts.
Screw it. I ate them anyway since I was feeling a bit anemic. The only other problem I found, besides the BB-filled Skittles, was this:
Come on, folks. This is not Halloween candy. This has poverty written all over it, and it’s not even worth the time it takes to pluck it up with two shaky, sad little fingers and toss it into the dog’s mouth.