It’s Halloween and y’all are probably all stocked up on (or fed up with) pumpkins, pies, tricks and treats. So Mrs J will give you some trolls. Halloween isn’t really Scando, but trolls are. You can trust Mrs J. Maybe.

We’re not talking about the Internet kind of troll, though they can be pretty darn scary. Mrs J’s kind of troll lives in the forest. You’ll find them in a cave, probably. They’re big, usually bad. Always bad smelling. Always with a lot of hair, usually badly coiffed. Especially the troll-women could use a wash and conditioner.

Trolls love the autumn. It’s dark and smelly. Like them. So they move around more freely among the shadows from that low hanging sun.

What do they eat? What do they want? Treasure and pretty young women, usually. Like big forest-dwelling, foul smelling investment bankers. Kind of.

Beware the trolls! And happy scary Halloween.

P.S. For more fantastic troll imagery, look up John Bauer. He knew his trolls.