Indeed. My husband, then-boyfriend, wore a zombie Steve Irwin for the Halloween of ‘06. Which wasn’t too terrible until he got drunk and insisted on tackling anyone wearing an animal costume the entire night.

I grew up out in that neck of the woods. We had some Followers that lived on our street, and my parents had grown up with some as well. It isn’t a friendly term, but my mom always refers to them as ‘Kissers’...though I think she’s entitled to a tiny bit of animosity towards them given her childhood. Her neighbors were…