I'm not sure why, but I really wanted some tiny pumpkins. I thought they would be cute for Halloween, of course, but also for Thanksgiving. So I planned to keep them around for awhile. But the other morning, I found out that someone else also really wanted some tiny pumpkins:
Whichever creature availed itself of my intended cornucopia ingredient bothered neither the glitter pumpkin, nor the other big pumpkin that is sitting on the porch. Maybe it was the infamous Goldilocks Vampire Squirrel.
Beware, tiny pumpkins everywhere (probably tiny bowls of porridge, too).