After this, of course, we noticed that everyone else on our block has plastic pumpkins. Posers.
For the record, EVERYTHING rots in Florida. A bag of potatoes? Five days. For real. I've had potatoes start to grow their OWN potatoes. I've never had one rot. Scarlett dug one out of the fire-infested ground that was Sherman's march through Atlanta. But in Florida? Five days. Hearty, my foot.