Mist Opportunity

Some weeks ago I was shopping at a new supermarket and saw, by the far wall, a bin full of dry ice being offered for Halloween purposes. Yes! I immediately thought that I could get a tub of water, put something in the middle, sit my jack-o'-lantern on that and feed chips of the dry ice into the water. And it was everything I'd hoped:

Lots of people commented, the best being this one kid who asked what made the smoke. When I said "dry ice," she got mildly annoyed with herself for not recognizing what it was immediately. "I'm in middle school," she said briskly. "I should know that." I laughed, and in the laugh was a certain admiration for her tart sense of standards and a rueful recognition that I, myself, am well past middle school and am still learning things I really ought to have learned before. But I've taken my jack-o'-lantern stagecraft up a notch, and in my personal value system that counts for something.

Oh, and here's something from icanhascheezburger.com:

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