A little bit of snipping, sewing, and 256 duct tape circles later, I am pleased to report that it was Django who ended up wearing his homemade octopus costume not me. For a day or so, it was close. He looked terrific, wasn't even startled by the 'Wicked Witch,' and forgot his laboriously collected bag of candy existed by the next morning -- which was good for me, of course, because then I felt free to eat it.
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