My furry little friends.....

So a few weeks ago I was outside and saw three raccoons. Yes raccoons just walking about the streets of Brooklyn scavenging for food.

Well I bought groceries a couple days ago. Put them away like normal. Yesterday I wake up and was about to make a sandwich. Only the ENTIRE loaf of bread is gone. Kyle assumes I'm crazy and they never delivered it with the groceries. I distinctly remember putting it on the shelf in the pantry. So I look everywhere and it's nowhere to be found.

This morning Kyle was getting ready and asked me to make him a bagel, of which we both ate one yesterday morning. I go to the pantry and guess what.....entire package of bagels gone again.

Now at this point, either:
1. I'm just crazy, we all know there's a little truth to that.
2. Someone is breaking into our apartment at night and stealing our baked goods.
3. Kyle has a bread fetish and won't admit to it.
4. We have critters.

I take a deep look and sure enough the bagel wrapper is down in this hole at the bottom of the pantry. So I spent the afternoon boarding the hole up. I thought I moved out of the country!