3 thoughts on “When Halloween candy goes bad”

  1. Every Halloween-time I retell to somebody somewhere the story of the first time I threw up in public. It involves candy corn. There was some in a big glass bowl on a table to the left of the door as I came into class in second grade. I said, “What is this?” Somebody said, “It’s for everyone.” I said, “But what /is/ it?” They said, “It’s good. It’s candy.” It looked like a bowl of rotten teeth.

    I picked up a single one, put it in my mouth. It was like biting a candle and– uh-oh– I ran out, down the hall, into the lavatory. I don’t remember if I made it to the toilet or the wash trough or the trash can there to throw up. I kind of remember making it in through the lav door. I’m pretty sure of that part.

    Later I read about wax teeth. I thought that was what they meant. It turned out that there is a kind of candy that’s shaped like a set of dentures, made out of the same candy candle wax but, even knowing that, whenever I see candy corn the first thing I think is simultaneously the name of it imprinted on my brain, /wax teeth/, and /bleagh/.

    The image of pizza with wax teeth melted into it is perfect for Halloween. Horrible. Horrible.

    • The candy corn with honey is the better type.

      Keep that in mind if you ever try to venture near candy corn again.

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