You have apples with razor blades. You have chewy mints with poison injected in with a thin syringe, only a tiny hole in the package, very hard to tell. You have spent hours wrapping lethal meth doses inside a chocolate and then painstakingly repackaging it so the thing looks untampered with. Sadly, no kids come to your door. Maybe its because of the three foot high weeds and piles of trash that make up your yard. Who knows?