When David got home from work last night, he finished both of the jack-o’-lanterns. He has much more patience for these kinds of things than I do. We could only conclude that the deteriorated state of my pumpkin, tragedy (how ironic?), was the reason my pumpkin didn’t shine as brightly. The poor thing was like a wilted flower. I think David’s pumpkin, comedy, turned out much better. Great job, David!