All right, first of all, I need to get one thing out of the way: We have brazen fluffy-tailed rodents in my neighborhood. As you might know if you’ve been reading my blog regularly, I’ve had a love–hate relationship with squirrels. But this is beyond the pale! That pumpkin was carefully chosen as this year’s future jack-o’-lantern. Now I’m going to have to buy a replacement from…the supermarket. Shudder. As a dyed-in-the-wool fall-loving Northeasterner, I am rife with indignation. Purchasing a pumpkin from the supermarket, even if it is Wegmans, is a travesty. The pumpkin patch trip is sacred, and I have had my pilgrimage snatched from my grasp by little clawed hands! Harumph.

Anyway. Moving on.

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