Rest in Peace: The Pumpkin That Was on My Porch for Less Than 24 Hours
Goodbye our sweet prince: the carved pumpkin that was our front porch for less than 24 hours. You were a beautiful creature, carved so delicately by loving hands. I don’t know who carved you because neither I nor my roommate did it, but you were loved by all of us in this 3-flat apartment building.
On Saturday at around 6:06 p.m. I left my house to go to Navy Pier (the best place that Chicago has to offer) with my friend. When I returned at about 11:02 p.m. I saw you, a carved pumpkin with a candle in it, glowing and welcoming me home after a long, cold night at Navy Pier (the literal best place in the whole city, I cannot stress this enough).
You’re a pumpkin, so I knew you weren’t going to live forever, but I would expect at least two more weeks of seeing your smiling face as I come home from a long day of work. Unfortunately, though, you didn’t last more than 24 hours. The shock I felt in my whole body as I went out to go for a walk Sunday afternoon only to see your cheerful, cute little face skillfully cut out and thrown to the side of the porch.
I can understand, to an extent, smashing a pumpkin—the band Smashing Pumpkins came from Chicago after all. But to take a knife and cut out just the face of an innocent jack-o-lantern while leaving the rest of the (now) corpse intact? That’s just straight up rude.
I’m sorry to whoever neighbor this pumpkin belonged to. They for sure will be missed on our little shared porch.