We used to carve jack-o-lanterns (tradition which originated with turnips in Ireland, by the way). We no longer do that fun and messy event. Why? Squirrels.
Whenever I would set my lovely artistic decoration outside it would be eaten by those nasty little imps. I assumed it was squirrels since the orange “fruit” was set high on the pillars of the porch. Deer couldn’t reach there and I didn’t think birds could gnaw that big of a hole. And squirrels? They are the bane of my existence.
Perhaps we shall renew that fun when the grands are older. I do miss making a mess – and I know “Pom” and I would still enjoy roasting those seeds!
Here’s hoping for a gentle Halloween night for the children and parents herding them round the ‘hoods. The week’s weather looks slightly promising.