This afternoon, while sitting on top of the now gutted pumpkin, Nutti made a bad move and the pumpkin toppled over. For me, that was the last straw.
I went out, picked the pumpkin up by its stem and heaved it into the woods near the house. Steffie, who was pulling out of the driveway at the time, was upset. She still sees squirrels as cute and not the ‘tree rats’ they really are.
I’m sure, off our front steps, the pumpkin will make good eating for the other creatures who roam this neighborhood after dark. No doubt Nutti and his cohort (recently name by Steffie) Fuzzee will find it tomorrow for one last snack.