Poor Pumpkin

While in Seattle, I went to a pumpkin carving party. Earlier in the day, we had attended a race that was giving away free pumpkins, so we grabbed a few.

I was feeling very unprepared. It's been twenty years since I last carved one. Armed with a ball-point pen, small knife and ice cream scooper, I went to work. It was like a horrible pumpkin version of Extreme Makeover.

I was about halfway through mutilating my poor pumpkin, when somebody mentioned there would be a contest. We would vote for the best, most original, scariest and worst.

The previously pictured pumpkin won for the scariest. Unfortunately, I can't take credit for it. The dimly lit specimen seen here is mine. Had I known about the worst category, I might have changed my carving strategy.

Sadly, I couldn't take it home with me, so my pumpkin and I said our good-byes and parted ways later that night. Thankfully, it now has a happy home with a loving family in Kirkland.

Happy Halloween!