We were peacefully playing/watching Final Fantasy XII when there was an incredible crash from the kitchen, with the splintering tinkles of something glassish being broken. We rushed over to find the floor and a few other surfaces covered with shards from a large CorningWare serving bowl, and an orange tail disappearing through the foyer.
What was in this bowl that had so tempted the perpetrator to presumably poke and prod at it to the point of pushing it off the edge? Meat? Shrimp? Tonight’s very tasty fish?
No, it was a corncob and some husks. An already-fully-eaten-from corncob.
I know his mother didn’t raise him to be a vegetarian. She’s right here to confirm.