Dinovember Day One: Candy Corn Chaos

That's not candy corn, Steggy! (Actually, we probably couldn't tell the difference either...)

Dinovember Field Journal: Day One

It began innocently enough.

We awoke to find the dinosaurs frozen atop the dining room table, where appeared to have torn through a bag of candy corn.

No great loss there. Are there a functioning set of tastebuds on this planet who would willingly subject themselves to these waxen, tricolored “treats”?

Even the dinosaurs didn’t seem to have an especially high opinion of their loot. Steggy—always the hapless accomplice, perpetually nibbling at the edges of his companions’ misdeeds—was caught in media res pulling an orange crayon from its box. Don’t worry, Steggy—I’m not sure we could tell the difference either.

It was a tame first night, all things considered.

We had made preparations the night before: locked the messiest foods in the pantry, stowed sharp objects, and hidden the kids’ Halloween candy. We had left the candy corn unguarded, but that says more about the forgettableness of the candy than our readiness for the dinosaurs’ worst.

Today, at least, our precautions were proven unnecessary. Only Rex, the dinosaurs’ de facto leader and puckish purple prince, gave us pause. He had stuck to pieces of the triangular candies into his mouth like fangs. Surely this was only an exercise in silly faces, not an ominous warning of things to come.

We shared a nervous laugh and shrugged it off.

Perhaps this November wouldn’t be so bad.

Until tomorrow,

Refe & Susan Tuma