My Impaled Pumpkin
3 Nov
On Halloween, we stayed in and carved pumpkins. I carved out a scary robot face- it was much easier than trying to do the popular toothy grin, especially when considering we were using steak knives to make the cuts. When finished, my pumpkin was lit and placed on the pavement outside for the entire street to enjoy. By the following evening, she had gone missing.

I learnt of her fate this morning via this Blackberry photo sent to me. It is a cruel, cruel world when someone messes with your Halloween pumpkin.
NO RELATED ENTRIES.






Hi Dave,
While I’m sorry to hear of your pumpkin’s fate, I love this photo – and I’d love to use it on my best of Brighton’s blog – would you mind me using it with a link to your ghoulish tale?
it is up on the argus blog: http://bit.ly/3qTZgm
thanks, jo, for letting others know about this act of cruelty!
This is so sad, poor mr pumpkin, but at least he was not broken up and put in a pie
i would have rather put her in a pie, given that her seeds (roasted with seasoning) were so tasty! (although i don’t even like pumpkin pie)
Your poor pumpkin – did you find the culprit?
never found the culprit- but we do know the house where she met her untimely end!