Food thievery committed on 6/1/2012.
Evidence Exhibit A
Guess what. Piz and I came back to the house and found this on the floor.
I had saved the last two of these Maxim’s cigarette cookies to eat at a much
latter date, ALONE. Now, there are none. Maxim’s cookies have a special
place in my heart because my dad used to bring back yummy things from there
when he’d go to Paris on business trips. You can get these cookies in Tokyo,
too, but it’s different if they haven’t travelled in your dad’s briefcase!
But, that’s not even as different as finding them on a shelf at a discount
store in Minnesota. Hahaha! Different times! 
Evidence Exhibit A-2
Ha-ha aside, this really was not very ha-ha at all, because 1) the tin is totally busted, with lots of teeth marks; 2) there was nothing leftnot even wrappers. It’s my fault that she found these because I guess I had left them within reachmeaning, anywhere other than inside of high cupboards or the microwave or the fridge or the barricaded oven. Ugggggh.
Well, I checked her teeth and they look OK, and I guess I’ll just keep an eye out for gold poop. (The color of the wrapper.)
Oh Nana, how could you even suggest that MP may have opened that tin and taken your last two favourite cookies. You’ve obviously had a break-in by a burglar who only steals cigarette-shaped cookies and has no hands so uses his teeth to open tins. There is no way MP would do something as naughty as that. No way. (and if the wrappers come out the other end, it’s because the thief framed her!)
You’re right, Jean! I need to thank MP (again) for protecting everything else in the house from this very dangerous intruder!