Forcing spring

I went a little wild buying bulbs. Remembering how happy it made me come spring time last year, I scooped up dozens — maybe even tens of dozens — of bulbs to plant. Crocuses, tulips, daffodils, scilla — and some more unusual-looking Fritillaria. After two lengthy planting sessions late in the fall, my eagerness waivered. The brown paper bag with the unplanted bulbs has been looming on a shelf outside our front door for months. They didn't sit quietly. My guilt got me to thinking last week during a warm spell that maybe I should just try to pry open a big hole up in the semi-frozen ground and throw them all in, see what happens. Then I had a better idea. Why not let them do their thing now? They're not your traditional paperwhites or amaryllis, but a few crocuses in the house would certainly be welcome!