Some of you may or may not know I am from Michigan. On October 30th, we have what is called “Devil’s Night.” Many areas all over the United States have a mischief night or something similar on October 30th. In Detroit specifically, it’s a night of pranks, vandalism, and even arson. In different areas where I grew up, it might mean teepeeing a yard or soaping windows.
But where I spent my high school years and live now, it is a little different. We never strung toilet paper over your trees. That was much too common. Our mischief consisted of forking your lawn. Yes, you read that right. We were lawn forkers. It was usually a pre-Halloween prank on an unsuspecting friend. We could then expect to get lawn forked back, most times, many months later when you were least suspecting it. The key was to stick the forks in the ground handle down in order to decrease breaking.
The morning after, the credulous friend’s family would wake up to a garden of eating utensils cascading across their lawn like a white ocean. You were bound to get angry phone calls if you were the main suspect. I never was, though, as I was the quiet kid that never came up with the “good” idea. Our circle of friends were always pranking each other, it was just the thing.
I’m married to one of those pranksters now and whenever we discuss those times, a gleam comes into his mischievous eyes and they practically dance with glee. Before long, we’re talking about those old days of lawn forking.
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