Didn't plant it. Didn't plan it. Wouldn't have thought to do it. The compost heap has given us a squash vine worthy of praise. Leaves the size of dinner plates, the vine travels in three directions and probably measures over 50 feet long. We actually need to name it since it has started to climb over the back fence to greet us. I'm looking forward to a plate full of baby yellow squash in about a week. And now that the worst of my gum surgery convalescence is over I might even be able to eat it.