SHAQ has been cooped up long enough!. The luv Shaq has served it's purpose beautifully, and SHAQ can now spread his wings and get serious. Time to torment. I pruned off all but 2 pumpkins, and have buried the vines to keep them from reaching into protected airspace during any freak wind storms. I wouldn't want to scare innocent airline passengers. Air travel is scary enough without "Jack and the Beanstalk" size vines waving around the jet.
As soon as the cage was taken down the skies darkened and thunder rumbled. I don't know if it was a sonic boom of SHAQ emerging into the real world, or if it was the seasonal thunderstorm rolling into the valley. Either way, it was fitting. SHAQ is nasty, and doesn't need a bright sunny day to make his first appearance. It would be like having a Metallica concert in a church.
SHAQ is a full grown man waiting for the beer gut we'll call a pumpkin to weigh him down and dwarf his body.
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