Let’s get one thing straight, people. The autumn equinox doesn’t happen until 9:04 tomorrow morning. That means it’s still summer. Got it? SUMMER. Until then, I don’t want to see your scarecrows. I’ll smash your pumpkins. I’ll stomp on your mums. Don’t even think of asking my kids what they’re going to be for Halloween. And if I catch you making turkeys out of their handprints before November, I’ll go after you with my rake.