Bugs!

This year's Halloween costumes went something like this:

• Graciously accept hand-me-down costume from neighbor, a pink butterfly sans wings.
• Affirm that butterflies aren't my style, and declare the discovery of a rare pink bug from a lovely tribe of natives in southeastern Ohio.
• Humbly admit that I should have tried on my son's intended costume well before the fast-approaching pagan holiday.
• Summon my inner Steve Nameth, a German beach bum turned entomologist.
• Announce my love for bugs, all bugs, especially those of the handmade variety.
• Rush my thrifty butt to Dollar Tree.
• Turn on creativity.
• Shop.
  
• Spend pennies.
  
• Throw together black felt, fluorescent yellow fabric, and red pipe cleaners.
  
• Wave my magic wand above my son's trick-or-treat hungry head and Voila!
• Present the world with Henry the glowworm-bat-firefly and Harper the wingless pink wonder.
  

And from looking at the still-not-empty bowl of candy in my kitchen, it was very worth it.