Chocolate

Today whilst mooching around I thought I'd run one of my regular checks for goodies.
I quickly found the probably two-thirds remaining slab of good quality dark chocolate which FP thought she had put on a high enough shelf and figured that any determined third party would be able to find it and eat it. So, I moved it into my bed, removed and partly chewed the wrapper, then licked the chocolate a couple of times to make it look unappealing - after all, who's going to want to snaffle a bar of chocolate the dog's licked, eh? No-one's that desperate, not even someone who thought to check the dog's bed for such loot.