It's that time of year again, when people decorate their homes in traditional fashion with simulated bloody torture victims wrapped in plastic. Nothing says Halloween like somebody nailed to a cross upside down in the front yard, with syringes jabbed into his neck. At least, that's what some people think. And then the neighbors freak out. No doubt the HOAs will soon swing into action. Personally I generally settle for a few pumpkins, which makes me popular with the squirrels.