the jack o'lantern has bitten the dust

We never enter by the front door of our rental house, but today I asked Jimmy to park in front so I could check the status of my mum. The plant was fine, but my poor, poor jack o'lantern was mushy and moldy and gross. It has now gone the way of the garbage can, and I'm hoping Mac won't notice because there is simply no time to carve another pumpkin anytime in the foreseeable future. Maybe there won't be pumpkins in Bogota and I won't have to carve again for a couple years.