A classic whodunnit, in the tradition of classic whodunnits……
I was making pancakes this morning, a needed a little more butter in my pan.
"Belle, could you please grab me another thing of butter from the fridge?"
"Sure. Do you want the one that's got hardly any left, or the one with a bite out of it?"
"The one with hardly any le……..
What do you mean the one that's got a bite out of it?!??"
I present the evidence, people
The image is quite familiar to me.
That is, if it were my cake of soap and I was staying at Three Brothers in Bali. The outdoor bathroom, the rats, and gnawed soap. All part of that colourful, exotic tropical paradise that I love – I don't love the rats, but I think they keep the cockroach population in check.
BUT IT'S NOT SOAP AND IT'S NOT RATS!
I know it's not rats, because as crafty as they are, I don't see them in my house, let alone in the butter container in my fridge.
Those chompers are human-kind!
I have quizzed, at length, my three smaller housemates and they all vehemently deny any knowledge of this incursion. My slightly maladjusted frequent visitor is also in denial.
Was it another guest?
Was it a small sleep-walker?
Was it in the study with a candlestick?
Can anyone out there give me a clue in this mystery of butter-munching?
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