Stalker

There was once a time when I was constantly being followed by organic baby puffs.  They’re these little cereal-like rings that taste like the Host and purport to be made of spinach and beet juice and other nutritious sounding ingredients.  They were stealthy… always looking so innocent once they were caught.  I remember finding them in cup holders, at the bottom of my purse, and I can vividly recall seeing one inside the heating vent.

At some point, I was able to outsmart the puff.  Shook my tail.  Lost ’em.  But now… now there’s a new fugitive lurking in the shadows.  Hiding behind every sleeve:

The wood chip.

It’s everywhere…

And tastes remarkably like its predecessor.