... speaking of cheese snacks ...
If there ever was an apocalypse, I would gather a band of lovable bandits and find a Cheez-It factory. Once there I would load up every truck we could find with boxes of Cheez-Its and drive to the next factory location. Eventually, after clearing out every known Cheez-It factory, we would make our way to Liberty Island where I would become king, sitting on my Cheez-It throne and controlling everyone through their love of Cheez-Its. Cheez-Its would become the new currency and golden orange statues would be raised in my honor for saving the world and providing all with baked crispy goodness. I would become known as King Hobbs the Gracious - Giver of Cheez-Its. Eventually after a long period of peace we would be forced into war with the malicious Twinkie Clan. It would lead to a grand and gruesome battle for both sides, crumbs and cream scattered across the land, vultures filling the air scouring for any remnants of that great battle. We would defeat the Twinkie Clan in the end, ultimately due to the puffy nature of their golden idol and followers. Peace would be restored to my Cheez-It kingdom and all would flourish in our Cheez-It goodness. Amen
Just last week Jackie and I noticed a cracked opened robin's egg on top of a stump with no other trees around it. Something took it there and ate part (not all) of the baby robin inside. 
Maybe it had fallen out of the nest and something found it on the ground.
