My husband was sitting in the family room last night when the doorbell rang. No one was there. However, this is what met his wondering gaze:
This may not look strange to you, but here’s the thing: those pumpkins were all intact when we put them on the porch. No evil scowl, no mustachio-ed grin. Just blank, boring pumpkins.
Some wonderfully whimsical person pumpkin-napped them, carved faces (on both sides!), returned them to our porch with candles lit, and vanished into the night.
So whoever you are, thank you for your random act of spookiness! You got us empty nesters into the spirit of Halloween!
