When I was in elementary school, I remember getting the annual Halloween warning from my teachers: "Don't eat any of your candy until your parents check it out." But I don't think I ever actually found anything threatening in my pillow-case's-worth of candy. The most traumatizing experience I ever incurred from Halloween candy was the loss of an already-loose tooth while chewing on a Milk Dud.
Yesterday, however, it was reinforced to me that there are actually people in the world who would use Halloween candy as a means to hurt a child; specifically, there are such people in Leicester, Mass. (say it with me, non-New Englanders: Less-ter).
Per WHDH News, a ten-year-old girl found a shard of metal in a candy bar that she took to school in her lunch bag on the day after Halloween. Fortunately, she noticed it before eating the candy and was not injured.
I have to pause to mention that, in typically sloppy WHDH fashion, the linked article includes the statement "Police Chief James Hurley says a hole in the wrapper of the candy bar indicates the metal was inserted after the candy had been wrapped."
First of all, something just doesn't feel grammatically correct about that sentence. And secondly, Thank you, Captain Obvious!
Even when I was ten years old, I doubt I would have eaten any piece of Halloween candy that came to me with a hole in the wrapper. This oversight makes me wonder whether this little girl's parents checked out her candy before allowing her to eat it. I would assume not, which worries me, because apparently there are some creepy people in their neighborhood.
Police have narrowed their search to a specific street and are going door-to-door to speak with residents. I hope they catch this person, whom I would refer to with a choice phrase if the regulations of this blog allowed me to do so. Alas, I will preserve my journalistic integrity and settle for, I hope they catch this doo-doo head.
Friday, November 2, 2007
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Though once in a while something crazy happens like that, I think the real reason parents check out the candy is so they can steal it for themselves. Their are Junior Mints that never survived my father's so-called "inspections," and I doubt its because anyone was putting staples or hypodermic needles or anthrax in them.
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