Because his eyes had a minute or two to see what else was in the cooler, he came back for the Reese's in the middle of the night! I didn't hear him but Pic Man said he was scratching like a dog burying his bone. We were way more prepared this time and put the other cooler that had all the beer, wine, and juice boxes on top. No way was he getting our Reese's!
I end each night, sort of like the Walton's -
This is So Tinsel!