Tis that time of year. The EVUL is upon us. The Devil hath the power to assume a pleasing shape. He is now walking amongst us in a glamor of cute little girls wearing green or brown attire, and pushing EVUL Temptations made of Sugar, Butter, and Chocolate. I know I should say "Get thee behind me, Satan", but Mr. Boe returned from Lowe's with one box of Dosi Dos and two boxes of Thin Mints. We are lost souls.