While on such matters apocalyptic, I have to relay an eerie experience I had yesterday:
Came home to find a package of Party Mix (as left, only Beachside Crunch flavor) in the middle of the living room floor, riven from stem to stern with all snacks therein vamoosed. Not even a crumb, or a stray star-shaped morsel tucked in the corner of the bag. That shit went straight to cat-snack heaven.
Bad pigs!
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