The seed package for the tromboli squash that grew into Squash-zilla mentioned that if you left a few squash until frost, you would get gourds. We did not intentionally leave a few, but as Squash-zilla grew to more than 40 feet long, some of the squash were either too deep into it to find or reach. With cool mornings settling in the mountains, we pulled out Squash-zilla, kicking and screaming. The compost pile is that much richer for the half-dozen wheelbarrows that we hauled away. Then the Gord-Zombies began crawling out from the garden. Squash turn sienna yellow, longer than my arm. We tried to pile them up, but they kept walking away, seeking farm equipment. Our excavator’s bulldozer was soon overwhelmed. AHHHHHHHH!
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