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I stocked up on some Halloween candy. We live in an apartment complex now and I just don't know if kids will show up at the door or not. Doubtful, but I'd hate to disappoint a kid who might come knocking.

Husband: Hey honey, I think a mouse chewed into the candy.
Me: Oh? Why do you think that?
Husband: Look (he brings me the 3lb bag of chocolate miniatures and shows me a hole where a mouse chewed, only its odd because its right on the seem...as if it has been Pulled apart, not chewed)
Me: Did the mouse have thumbs?
Husband: No! But, it probably chewed it and knocked it off the shelf made the bag break open
Me: Well, I guess we can't give out possibly contaminated candy to children.
Husband: NOPE! But I'll check it carefully and throw away any that look damaged and we can share the rest.

This was yesterday and I've yet to see a single piece of candy. . .

He does not know I have another bag of candy hid in the closet. Why? Cause for the 8 years we've been married, for 6 of them he has always found a reason to get into the candy every year. The bag of chocolates was a decoy...only a decoy.