The Snack Bandit Strikes Again
10/1/25
One man. Two digestive systems (possibly 3), and Endless
party snacks.
Every party has that one guest. Ours is a quiet guy
we’ll call Merle—though around here, he’s better known as “The Snack
Bandit”.
Merle doesn’t say much. He blends into the background like a
decorative throw pillow. However - when the snacks come out? He transforms. If I had to use a comparison; I’d say he’s
comparable to a racoon … raiding a midnight garbage can buffet with the stealth of a ninja and the appetite of a vacuum cleaner! I’ve seen him singlehandedly eat five foot-long hot
dogs at a BBQ once. I observed him taking down a loaf of Italian bread like it
owed him rent! His appetite is legendary. We’re convinced he has two digestive
systems and a third one on standby!
With snacks, Merle never uses a paper plate at parties. He
scoops chips, pretzels, peanuts or anything small like it - right into his hand
and eats them one by one, hand clutched to his mid torso, like he’s guarding
the last ration in a post-apocalyptic pantry. It’s not just a snack to him - it’s
a mission.
My observant husband once joked, “If you put a bowl of dry
cat food near him, I bet he’d eat it!” I reluctantly vetoed the experimental
idea, but the theory carries on in my mind like a TV jingle from 1994 - uninvited,
catchy, and permanently lodged in my brain. Every time Merle reaches for a
handful of peanuts, my husband whispers, “Is this the day?”
Merle never notices. But we do. And we’re watching. Because
when the snacks come out, so does The Bandit.
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You left out a new napkin after every bite of food..aka..The Napkin King.
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