This pumpkin was given to me by Cattfeine back in October. I kept it in the window by my desk. Thanks to the glacial temperatures we endured, it was in perfect condition until Monday. Or at least, so it appeared. I'm sure civilizations rose and fell deep beneath the surface, undetected by any of us until the fatal bloom appeared on its perfect skin. Things pretty much went downhill from there. Today I took it on farewell tour of the square and dispatched it fittingly.
