Ham, you are safe from the wee'uns begging for sweets at Bicknell Grange. They are transported by coach into my neighbourhood. Many of them. I usually attire in some outfit that goes with a contemporary kilt. I have a well used hockey goal tender's mask, and a chainsaw with the chain removed. I usually wait betwenn houses for the teenagers to show up with eggs or rotten fruit. A quick leap from the shadows with the engine on the chainsaw revving sends them running and the wee 'uns laughing at them.