rank-o-lanterns

So this is what happens in the southern California sun.  Jack-o-lanterns don't last long around here.  It had been a couple days since I went out the front door and the poor guys had clearly bit the dust.  Left-eye lost her retina, and starry eyes had some sort of ruptured boil that completely took away her smile.  Let's just say rank, stink, mush, gnats...you get the picture.  But it wasn't quite as maddening or foul as the present left by a feral cat on my welcome mat.  Black cat- you are not welcome!
P.S. My apologies to those with weak stomachs who were sickened by the picture, but at least I didn't make it extra large!