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So at 7 a.m. I hear RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE in my pantry, where I keep all my canned goods, plus a huge pile of plastic bags. I kind of hoard them, it's true.

Me: Nate, there's something in there.

Nate: Yeah, I hear it.

Me: Open the door.

Nate: Wha-a-a-aT? YOU open the door.

Me: Nate, seriously Open it.

Nate opens the door--and this THING flies out! Flies! ( Read more... )