It has been confirmed.
I am the neighborhood cryptid.
I enthusiastically hang on my front porch ready for trick or treaters.
My only stipulation is that you have to say "trick or treat" if you don't I give stuff from my bowl on the left.
Last year, the bowl on my left hand tins of anchovies, bowl on the right had wacky japanese candy.
This year, bowl on the left had potatoes, bowl on the right had wacky fancy chocolates (ferror rocher or whatever and licorice)
One group walked up, yelling FISH HOUSE AWW YEAHH!!!! All but one said Trick or Treat.
That one got a potato, and kept yelling POTATO HOUSE!
Kids kept running up to the house yelling POTATO HOUSE AWWW YEAHHH!!
They did not give a solitary fuck about the chocolate.
They all wanted potatoes.
Several groups asked if I gave them fish last year.
I am happy knowing my little Halloween goof is imprinting a core memory.
I do not know what I can possibly do for next year. Happy Halloween!