I am happy to report that the pumpkin made it up the stairs. Not only did he make it up the stairs, but he got gutted by Kathryn (who takes remarkable delight in scooping out the insides of innocent pumpkins) then first carved then wrapped by me.
I call him Immie—short for Imhotep
We have an open house at work on Tuesday and they want pumpkins there for décor. So now I did my part. The tricky bit might be getting the pumpkin back down the stairs tomorrow morning in the snow.