Once upon a time, the world was a wonderful place filled with candy canes and gumdrops and no one hurt anyone. Or something like that. Anyway, people didn't have to check their kids' Halloween candy. And then, there came a time when some little kid bit into a razor and since then, nothing has been the same. Now, I'm not big on paranoia. Normally, I just eat my candy and assume people are good people. My brother and sister are generally regarded along the same lines and, for my entire life, nothing has ever happened. Tonight, however, as I was marching the exuberant and cheerful children down the street in search of candy to extort with the vague threat of harassment, there was one house that made me do a double-take. It was all dark, not an uncommon sight on Halloween by people who don't want to be bothered, but as we walked past, a man came walking out. My sister, being in the lead and anxious to obtain loot, was half a street ahead of me. Specifically, she told me, he called to her to grab a piece of candy. Being the sweet-tooth she is, and it was Halloween (we're encouraging kids to take candy from strangers) she complied. He had brought out four pieces of candy, in hand. Exactly the number of people in our group, and placed it into each individual pillow case carried by each of us. It was creepy. I checked their bloody candy as soon as we got home. How about those of you with children, nieces, nephews, and cousins that you take trick-or-treating? How do you feel about this whole candy affair?