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Halloween: The Rise of the Chocolate Mafia

Ah, Halloween. When I was a kid, it meant three things: 1) Trying to come up with a costume that would fit OVER my parka, because it’s cold in southern Alberta after dark at the end of October. One year, my mom got free boxes from the grocery store, cut arm and neck holes, and painted them – my brother was a die and I was a domino. We were the hit of the neighbourhood. 2) Losing most of my haul to said mother, because that was before peanut-free factories, and half of what was in my pillowcase would...

Optimal Foraging Theory Applies to Halloween, Too

Tech Support and I live in a relatively new subdivision, and our house is at the end of a long crescent where most of the other lots are empty. As a result, we only get 6-20 kids ringing the bell on Halloween, despite the fact that there are probably at least 50 of them in the neighbourhood. Most of them seem to have decided that walking all the way down here is a waste of candy-seeking energy. Which means that this morning, a big pile o’ leftover candy is staring us in the face, despite the fact that we¬†have...