It was so nice outside when I went out to get the pumpkin off the porch that I decided not to carve the jack-o-lantern in the kitchen. I ended up behind the garage listening to my iPod with the pumpkin on the picnic table. It was so nice and peaceful. Well, except for the feeling of impending squirrel attack. I had to go inside a couple times in the middle of it and each time I was sure that a squirrel would've knocked it off the table or taken up residence inside the pumpkin when I got back. I think the jack-o-lantern turned out alright. It should look pretty cool tonight with a candle in it.