This year’s specimen is such a 180 from last year’s Señor Spiketooth Evil and 2004’s Jack Skellington (the pinnacle of my pumpkin-carving achievement).
My dad got this year’s pumpkin for a dollar at some stand in Hardin County. Actually, he got eight or so, and I picked out the tall skinny one with the silly stalk, thinking I’d do something non-scary. And boy is this one ever not scary.
Next year I’ll carve Satan incarnate, I promise.