Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

One of my new favorite Halloween haunts here in Scotland is the tiny black ghost kitten who roams the St. Enochs station platform of the Glasgow subway (third oldest underground metro in the world)
[image credit: Millard Fillmore’s Bathtub] My annual Halloween re-post!

I love Halloween. And by that I mean, of course, I love the excuse to buy massive bags of candy bars in make-it-through-the-zombie-apocalypse quantities, and not in those little wuss-bar sizes either. Cause I’m ALL about the leftovers kids.

But I didn’t know how it works here in Scotland, so I consulted the brain trust: unsuspecting strangers who talk to me at the park. No, I know what you’re thinking. It’s the UK. When you see someone you know, you turn around and walk immediately in the other direction on the off-chance that they might want to talk to you. It has absolutely nothing to do with whether…