AIBU to think the think I have just discovered has been nibbling my panic bought chocolate in my "high up" (ie away from kiddies) cupboard is probably a mouse if not something equally horrible and I have just had to dump my stash in the bin collection tomorrow. Gutted. And cross.
Now the cupboard is bare, stinks of way too much bleach and I have a mountain of mainly crisps (which only my son likes...) and a ridiculously inadequate supply of biscuits and chocolate. My daughter and I are gutted.
I suppose at least I spotted it early enough to rescue my one easter egg from that cupboard and put it in the fridge. (first world problems I know)