Yeah, she's not planning to take over the universe one backyard at a time.
See, she even grows on concrete. She is unstoppable
In the foreground of this photo are feathers. I'm willing to believe that the feathers come from a bird one of my boys killed and ate. Because the only other option does include Audrey finally getting the taste of blood. And loving it.
This is Seymour. He's not trying to kill me. Which is nice. But he has no pumpkins. Which is not as nice.
New baby pumpkin!! I have not named any of the pumpkins. I have wanted to, but am concerned that when the times comes, I wouldn't be able to eat them.