This morning I had this charming fall display:

Our home has come under its annual pumpkin infestation and I was getting ready to blog about it and how Bip walks around saying, “Mama!  Puhhn-kin!  Two Puhhn-Kin!  Ghost!  Wooooo-ooo!”   But then…

Today when we returned from dance class and found this:

What happened to the other pumpkin? I asked my neighbor, who happened to be outside, if she had any “extra” pumpkins on her porch. Not that her kids had stolen our pumpkin or anything.  Like me, she has a 2 year old and you know how they get.  But nope, no extra pumpkins on her porch. She suggested that maybe squirrels  had gotten to it, because they’d been eating the pumpkins and gourds she had on her porch and outdoor table.  I guess it’s possible, but could a squirrel carry off a pumpkin?

Then we walked closer to our door and saw this:

Argh!  Dang squirrels!  They not only moved the pumpkin, they ate it!  Here’s the whole scene of the crime, to give you an idea how far the pumpkin was moved:

You can see the rest of the pumpkins to the far left, then the purloined  pumpkin snack on the far right.  I would have loved to see the varmint in question trying to move it!  And isn’t that a lovely rusty pole right in the middle of the walkway!

I guess the heat is making the squirrels crazy.  We’re just trying to have a little fall festivity and it’s like 92 degrees out and the squirrels are eating the decorations.  It’s the end of the world, people.  You heard it here first.