But I hadta make my nitely trip to the throne room and then I heard it, that resounding SNAP!!!!!! Turned on the lite in the kitchen and there the little SOB waz, forhead caved in doin' hiz death dance wigglez. The furry little SOB critter won't be bitin' any more holez in MY cookie container. I have my life back. Marry Christmas to all and to all ah good nite, Jer
