R.I.P. Jack o' Lantern

[Misty]

This Halloween I carved a pumpkin for the first time in ten years. I decided to do the traditional Jack o' lantern: Two triangle eyes, a triangle nose, and a big grin with two teeth.

On Halloween night I lit a candle inside him and placed him outside on the front stoop. I knew it was risky, but I wanted to do something festive. Besides, I viewed it as kind of an experiment: Will my natural cynicism towards human nature be confirmed, or will my faith in humanity be renewed?

Alas, it was the first one. The next morning Jack was gone; I found his remains a block away. Oh well...better to die young and good looking than to slowly rot and eventually end up in the garbage.

Funny thing is, I actually contemplated putting a note under Jack saying "This pumpkin is cursed. If you smash it a terrible fate will befall you within five days."

Maybe next year.

R.I.P. Jack

[Kogarashi]

Our Jack-o-lantern got baked tonight. :devil:

Hubby baked acorn squash for dinner, and foil-wrapped our Jack to put on the tray beside the squash. After about two hours, the pumpkin was soft enough for him to mash (we're going to make bread and pies with it).

[lordlundar]

The only one I've done in a while was for a contest for work. I did the member of organization 13 from KH 2. The stencil's from VGCats.com

It turned out pretty good, but the head came off. Oh well.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

My father is a great lover of Halloween. (he chased haywagons down my street wearing a truly terrifying costume Tuesday night. The sounds of kids screaming is music to this guy's ears. :D ) When I was really small, we lived in New Jersey, and the Pumpkin Smashers would come around the neighborhood.

The Old Man would hide in the shadows wearing all black. With, and I kid you not here, a whip. Cat o' nine tails, actually. Kids showed up, put their hands on the pumpkin right in front of him. He went to work with the whip. Kids rans screaming down the street, Dad (extremely agile and fast, even now) in hot pursuit. You couldn't outrun my father when he was in his 20's. I'm not sure you can outrun him now. He ran down the street, whipping the hides off these teenagers as they went.

They never came back to our house.

You can't do stuff like that anymore. Lawyers and whatnot. Sigh. Them's were the days, eh?

[Zombi]

I love your father. He is the epitome of Hallowe'en awesomeness. :)

I think my grandfather would have gotten a kick out of Hallowe'en, if we were more into it in Australia. He had the pyromaniacal streak which seems to run in our family, and I'm sure he could have come up with something good involving a pumpkin, a litre of petrol, and some rats. :devil:

[Fire_on_High]

I had rats...the most demonic looking of the lot was a particularly innocent, sweet fellow....ruby eyed white hairless. He looked like the spawn of Satan. He ACTED like a Golden Retriever. He was always fun to freak churchfolk out with since he had a very sweet, stable temperment and I could do anything with him.

Of course, anyone who knew anything about rats wasn't fooled for an instant....