Curiouser and Curiouser

Every time I walk past the frozen pumpkins on the front porch I think to myself, "I should really throw those away." But they are cold and slimy and I don't want to touch them.

Due to my procrastination, a moose stopped by for some Black Friday breakfast this morning and now I have a much slimier pumpkin to clean up. How do I know this? Let's examine the evidence, shall we?


Footprints that don't belong to a dog or a husband...


Foliage destruction and Jordy hadn't been outside at all the previous day...


There used to be a pumpkin here...


Oh, here it is. Was. Whatever.