Hamburglar!

Someone ate my nutella. The whole jar of it. I naively left it in the office kitchen, defenseless against the creamy hazlenut chocolate vultures that inhabit my suite. Now, I'm not making any accusations, because I have already unleashed a volley of concocted blame. I am practicing my assertiveness skills.

"It was empty and I threw it out because it was sitting out on the counter." my co-worker A. said. Likely story.

I set out to trap the sweet-toothed hellion. Food theft will not go unpunished. So I bought the largest rat trap I could find. (Actually I punked one from the kitchen of 2903). I smeared melted Ferrer Roche chocolates all over the bottom. Let's see you escape this pit of choco-ingenuity!

I came back 3 hours later and snapped a pic of the culprit.



I should have known. He's already a convicted felon.