We threw a funny-shaped piece of parmesan in the backyard. The next day, it had bite marks all on the inside, hollowed out by something with hamster-y hands. So when cleaning out the fridge, I figured the chicken sandwich that needed to be pitched would be put to better use out in the back yard as well.
The next day, the chicken was gone, but the black olives and artichokes remained. Racoons aren't so keen on black olives and artichokes, apparently, and I went on believing this and everyone I told the story to went on believing this.
But the next day, olives and artichokes were gone.
Gotta love recycling.
4 comments:
animals are smart. course they are going to go for cheese. but why they didnt snatch up the artichokes asap, i'll never understand. were they not marinated?
they were marinated. me thinks he was hoping they'd be switched for another meat or cheese selection but when the next day rolled around and it was the same old same at the salad bar, he pounced. or caved. depending how you look at it. . .
I bet it was Oprah.
It was a C.H.U.D.
Guilianni didn't fix that problem.
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