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So, this weekend I bought roasted seaweed snacks because my sister swears they're good (they apparently serve them at bars in Guam instead of pretzels/peanuts/etc.). After trying them, I personally think seaweed's much better fresh and wrapped around rice than it is dried and salted, and I don't think I'll by buying them again. Which is probably a good thing given what happened to them.
8:30 am this Tuesday: I leave for work. The "Seaweed Snax" bag is sitting on the kitchen counter.
10:00 am: Seanchai gets up to go to work. The "Seaweed Snax" bag is lying eviscerated in the middle of the living-room floor, surrounded by scattered bits of dried seaweed. The Fluffle is crouched in the middle of the destruction, happily munching a seaweed piece, blissfully unaware that cats are supposed to be obligate carnivores.
Apparently, while she stood there and watched in amazement, he finished the first piece, trotted over to the ripped-open bag, delicately pulled a second piece out with his teeth, and started eating that one, too.
At least <i>someone</i> in our house really liked the seaweed snacks.
8:30 am this Tuesday: I leave for work. The "Seaweed Snax" bag is sitting on the kitchen counter.
10:00 am: Seanchai gets up to go to work. The "Seaweed Snax" bag is lying eviscerated in the middle of the living-room floor, surrounded by scattered bits of dried seaweed. The Fluffle is crouched in the middle of the destruction, happily munching a seaweed piece, blissfully unaware that cats are supposed to be obligate carnivores.
Apparently, while she stood there and watched in amazement, he finished the first piece, trotted over to the ripped-open bag, delicately pulled a second piece out with his teeth, and started eating that one, too.
At least <i>someone</i> in our house really liked the seaweed snacks.