This past Friday, one of the participants on the political blog Little Green Footballs invited a group of "lizards" -- as LGF regulars have nicknamed themselves -- to watch the second Presidential debate and enjoy a generous spread of munchies. Our hostess, known online as grayp, has corresponded with Rugby online and admires his acute socio-political commentary...
Anyway, grayp had laid out a really nice spread of chips, breads, cheeses, and fruit to keep our stamina up as we vied to shout out the best retorts to Kerry. (I should mention that LGF "lizards" are overwhelmingly voting for Bush in 2004; many are lifelong Republicans, and many more -- myself among them -- are former Democrats who have recoiled from the worldviews of the Democratic left and swung rightward for Bush. I'll happily go back to the Democrats in 2008 if they get their act together, but not this time around.)
But I'm digressing from the topic, which is FOOD.
Anyway, when it was time to leave, grayp was urging us to take some of the surplus hors d'ouevres off her hands, and I took home a ziplock bag with big handfuls of tortilla chips and peasant bread, along with some cheeses and fruit wrapped separately. I got home all drunk and sleepy, and had the presence of mind to put the perishables in the fridge, but left the ziplock bag of chips and bread on the couch before crawling into bed. I also left the "basement door" of Rugby's multilevel habitat wide open...
So, I wake up the next morning, and the bag's nowhere to be seen. I finally found it empty under the TV cart, looking as though a mako shark had been at it. I discovered a small handful of tortilla chips and some half-eaten bread slices cached next to my shoes in the foyer. And in Rugby's cage, I found one very drowsy rat suddenly looking like William Howard Taft.