It's all about the horror (in one way or another).

So it's still a month until Halloween (nearly), but of course all the shops have their Halloween stock out (as well as the Christmas stuff, but that's a whole different issue). I love Halloween stuff. Bats! Rats! Skulls! etc!

So we went out to ASDA the other day so that I could get hyper in the Halloween aisle. Matt just sort of went to his happy place whilst I tried to persuade him to let me buy giant plastic skulls and such. I did get... quite a lot of stuff - one of the good things about ASDA is that it's cheap. So I got some plastic jewellery with bats and spiders on, and yet more of the fake spider webbing (of which we have about 9 tonnes from last year) and a large rubber skull that looks like it's from an orc, and another decal to go on our living room door (the last one's still there from two years ago) and a bat costume containing bat ears and wings, and a plastic skellington...

*deep breath*

Sorry. I went a little strang(er), there.

Oh, and when I checked the bag that has the stuff from last year, I found Blood Gnome! And Dead End! It finally occurred to me that the last time we saw them was last Halloween, when we had a thing up at Mouse's flat. I must have just bundled them into the bag and forgotten about it. Sorry that you guys who came to visit missed out on Blood Gnome.

We also bought Hastings a toy - an oddly proportioned (its head is giant) black rubber rat. She promptly bit its whiskers off and chewed the tail. We had to go into her cage and remove all the little bits of rubber. At least she didn't eat it.

Trouble is, Hastings has hit adolescence. She's grumpy and clumsy and even more hyper than she used to be. We're lucky, though. Male rats start humping people and nipping when they get to that age (*cough*Jonas*cough*).

It's quite funny, actually. She has such a little ratty attitude. We suspect that as soon as we go to bed, she's on her mobile, going "God, my parents are so lame! You will, like, never guess what they did today. They're, like, soooo embarrassing!"

Soon we'll be telling her that whilst she's living under our roof, she'll abide by our rules.
It's a slippery slope, my friends.