Pumpkin Decorating Part (II)

Last week, Mrs. Spot's pumpkin decorating spectacular got vacuumed up into the cheek pouches of a couple of mischievous youth. We needed a plan B. Luckily we found another pumpkin so Spot could have one to make into pumpkin pie. We also had two boys with 20 hours of community service to do because of their mischief. We decided to carve a pumpkin. For my human fan club, pumpkin carving is easy - just grab a knife and a big spoon. We chipmunks only have our teeth and claws to work with. This was definitely going to take a bit longer (about 20 hours longer).

I got the top off quickly

Next came the hard task of digging out all that sticky, gooey pulp. I promised the two boys they could eat all the pumpkins seeds they wanted. They jumped right in (literally). They spent all night trying to lick off all the goo from their fur.

I helped myself to some of the seeds as they were tossed out. Supervising is such tough work.

Chewing the eyes out (That’s sounds a bit creepy)

Help I am stuck! I think I have put on too much weight.

Our Jack O' Lantern got nicknamed "Bushy Nose" - I suppose you need to be a chipmunk to understand how funny this was. We couldn't stop laughing for ten minutes.

Final inspection before Halloween Night.

Halloween Night arrived. All the young chipmunk boys and girls went trick-or-treating.

This young fellow got the scare of his life. What scared him?

BOOOOO!!!!!!

Mom borrowed a carved pumpkin later that evening. I wish you could have seen the look of shear terror on the human boys and girls when they came to Mom's house and I jumped out of the pumpkin's nose. They shrieked and ran away. Oh, well more candy for me to eat. Beware of the haunted pumpkin, you never know what might jump out at you.

Pumpkin Decorating (Part I)

Mrs. Spot thought the Woodpile needed some festive fall decorations. With help from the Woodpile she "liberated" a few items from the local farmers field for a display. She setup a nice arrangement but she wasn't satisfied. She asked everyone passing by what was missing but no one could put their paw on it. Mom came out to check on the bird feeders, so, Spot asked her. Mom said, it is not October without a jack-o-lantern. Spot planned on cooking the pumpkin for a Thanksgiving pie. She needed a way to make a pumpkin face without carving it.

Spot inspects her spectacular fall display but something was not quite right

What could I possible be missing?

The pumpkin needs a face! It is amazing what you can do with double sided tape.

Spot attaches the final seeds

 

Here is the finished decoration.

One of the Woodpile's juvenile delinquents helps himself to the seeds

His friend joins in the fun

Well that brilliant idea wasn't fool proof. Spot is busy brain storming another solution. Check back next week to see what she comes up with.

Fall Traditions

The fall season ushers in a flurry activities, pumpkin carving, leaf peeping, corn mazes, and the annual squirrel acorn burying contest. Each squirrel vies for the title of "Acorn Master." For the past three years, Bushy has held this title at the Woodpile. Last year he buried so many acorns, he couldn't remember were half of them were! Mom ended with a lawn full of oak trees instead of grass. I thought I would help her out this year.

Bushy is diligently collecting an acorn

When he thinks no one is looking he hides it

He carefully packs down the dirt over the acorn

I was carefully watching his every move …

I "liberated" the acorn from the lawn and ran like hell before I got caught.

Bushy, "I thought I heard something?"

Mirror, Mirror

I had the strangest dream last night. I found this huge mirror leaning against the Woodpile. In my dream, I walked up to it and said, "Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of all?" ... and it responded "Your mirror image of course!" ... Wait a second, your suppose to say "Chippy of course!"

"Lets face it Chippy, I am taller than you are."

"And my cheek pouches are bigger than yours."

Time to change tactics, "Hey Mr. mirror image, Do you think yourself tougher?"

He answered "Yes I am."

 How about this "Whose butt looks bigger? ... Mirror image's butt of course."

I challenged my mirror image to a staring contest (Mr. mirror image won).

We grew tired of each others company and tried to get away. But no matter what we did, we only ended up playing a game of "Peek-a-boo"

I like to sleep in, but this is one nightmare I prayed to be awakened from.

My mirror image seemed to have same idea.