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Our cupboards are full of junk no one would ever eat.
My husband has this little buy-too-many groceries problem.
Especially if they are on sale.
"I'm saving you money,' says he.

Sure.
He saved me money on 9 $1 jugs of tea I took to school and the
teachers poured out in the sink.
Teachers!
The biggest scavengers on the face of the planet.
The ones who will eat or drink anything.
Usually.

I discovered two cans of a unique off-brand dog food in the 
cupboard yesterday when I was in manic mood and cleaning
after 11 years of naught.
"Why didn't we give this to Sophie?" I asked.
"I tried," he admitted. "She stuck up her nose."

I saw our little pet opossum out there a few minutes later,
so I ran out and put down the off-brand dog food.
The opossum ran off,so I followed her.
Pushing the off-brand dog food closer to her lair.
At 3:30 in the afternoon it was still there,
in a giant lump. Uneaten. Untasted.

Yes, you are certainly saving me money
when even the opossum puts up her nose.

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