A Wee Moose...
The department coordinator for the division I work in has, as long as I've been there, a candy bowl right near the door of his office. It has always been rather convenient just to pop in and grab some chocolate, especially since the room where I hold my lab hours is right by his office.
Just recently he changed the bowl to a plastic container with a lid. I didn't think anything of it until his office partner said today, "Did D*** tell you why he changed to a lidded container?" Which immediately aroused my suspicion. Because no one would ask such a question unless there was something going on.
What I found out is that every so often, D*** would come into his office only to find a half eaten piece of chocolate sitting in the bowl. I'm sure it was a mystery to him why someone would be so rude as to eat half a piece of chocolate and put the other half back in the bowl.
What has been discovered is that it wasn't a person doing the taste testing. A few days ago D*** discovered what looked to be mouse droppings on his desk. It could only be deduced that it must have been mice (or a mouse) dipping its dirty little hands into the bowl.
The idea that I've been pulling chocolate out of a bowl where little mice have been scuttling about just really squicks me out. Now all the chocolates are individually wrapped, but I still touched the wrapper before touching the chocolate which went in my mouth via the hand that touched the wrapper.
Ewww. Seriously.
Yes, I know that all sorts of things go on in the production of any sort of food, but out of sight out of mind. If I don't know first hand about then it doesn't exist and can't hurt me.
This. This thing with the chocolate in his office. YUCK!!
A wee moose is cute. But not when its path crosses so closely to mine.