Smashing Pumpkins

We've had some pumpkin bandits in the neighborhood. One day, along with our morning paper, we had pieces of pumpkin in our yard and many on the street. We looked at our bountiful fall display by the front door and nary a gourd was missing! Somehow we had dodged that bullet.

We don't always remember to turn our front light on at night. I thought we should be sure to turn it on that night, thinking that the risk of being seen under lights would deter any would-be pumpkin bandits. Ross disagreed saying the light would only highlight the fact that we had the pumpkins for smashing. I think he was right. About 10:30 p.m., I was in a room at the front of the house and heard a noise. I ran over to the front door to see a couple teen or "tween" boys running away. I walked outside, but they were long gone. All of the bounty was still intact.

The next morning was a different story. We were missing some of our decor, including our special "white" pumpkin that Eric really liked. There wasn't any sign of them in the street or yard, but they were gone. Later on while coming back from the park, we were walking through the "forest" behind our house and spotted our smashed pumpkins. Eric was sad about our pumpkins and mentioned quite a few times that it "wasn't very nice of those people to smash our pumpkins". I hope he remembers this and the golden rule when he is older (which is why I'm posting about it!)

Now, everytime we walk down the path, we have to stop and "see" our pumpkins in their various stages of decay. Who knows, maybe a pumpkin patch will grow out of all those seeds!