The dog ate the bat's balls

Eyeballs, that is.

Night two of carving didn't go so well. Poor Fatty Batty never had a chance. My heart just wasn't in it. And in the end, neither were his eyeballs.

I made my last cut, popped the eye chunks out and the eye balls broke off. So I stuck them back in thinking I would just glue them in. I then bumped the table causing the eyeballs to fall out onto the floor and Jake just happened to be laying under the table.

*gulp* Buh-bye eyeballs!

Last night's owl is by far the superior pumpkin!