But you're still checking the pumpkin, when you remember, and it's still a discrete pumpkin. Then one day, you realize it's been a while since you checked the pumpkin, and you feel a pang of discomfort. 'I should really check that pumpkin', you say. And you check it and you realize it's no longer a pumpkin. It still looks like a perfectly wholesome pumpkin from the front, but there is a disquieting, spreading stain under it on the couch. And you know instantly what has gone wrong. It's no longer a pumpkin. It's an ecosystem with aims of colonizing new worlds, and new civilizations. Of boldly conquering what no pumpkin has conquered before. And you know that it's going to take a very large amount of soul-searching and cleansing with fire and recriminations and exclamations of 'what the fuck is wrong with me!' before you defeat the pumpkin...'s horrifying remains.