Gah! Too many Trick-or-Treaters!

I can't keep up with these kids. And none of them have any parents escorting them! Who in their right mind lets their children run a muck in the streets at night? Do I have to cook a couple of them to get parents to exercise some caution? (I'm gassy enough as it is. Swallowing a little brat whole--costume and all would put me over the edge...and there's not enough Beano or Mylanta in Kansas City to get me through that.)

At least they're all nice kids, only one didn't say thank you when I handed out caramel apples. Fortunately I had laid all the booby traps, so one push of a button was all it took to take care of that little unruly whipper snapper!