And it really was. I left that Crunchie (with only one bite out of it) on the counter and suddenly remembered two minutes later while I was upstairs with the cat. I considered chancing it but decided not to - I ran downstairs and the counter was bare!
I ran outside (no mean feat - I was in my socks and the ground was covered in freezing rain, snow and ice) and stood in the dark. All I could hear was "crunch, crunch... crunch"
"noooooo!"
Too late. I think that's even worse than finding the wrapper the next day - to actually HEAR her demolishing your chocolate bar and not be able to do anything about it!
Never was a bar so aptly named. Never was an owner so frustrated. And all my own fault.
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