Within 48 hours of its carving, our behemoth, warty pumpkin has begun to rot. By yesterday evening, it's eye holes were filled with an intricate web of white fuzz.
It's at times like these that I miss my childhood of carving pumpkins in Illinois and Colorado where they were naturally refrigerated and frozen by the weather outdoors.
Unfortunately, the picture Michael took is on his laptop, which is currently dead. But, the above picture conveys the tragedy that has befallen our warty family member.