Smashing Pumpkins

Just returned from a brisk 3 mile run/walk/jog/stumble. Had to step carefully on some streets due to pumpkin debris. Apparently, instead of disposing of jack-o-latterns in a humane fashion, some folks like to smash ‘em. Either that, or disappointed trick-or-treaters are enacting a delayed revenge.

I’ve never smashed a pumpkin. Or a watermelon. Or a television. But as I carefully avoided the slimy residue I found myself wondering about the satisfying splat a pumpkin might make.

I’m adding “smashing pumpkins,” to my list of things to do before I turn 45.

Have you ever intentionally smashed something? Was it satisfying?