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My husband is a late night snacker. No matter how large and satisfying a dinner I serve him, he always has room for popcorn.

And since we’ve established he hasn’t worked out the proper bowl to kernel ratio of his new air popper…

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It won’t surprise you to learn that every morning when I walk into the kitchen I begin to search for strays.

Stray unpopped kernels on the floor that I find with my bare feet…

Stray unpopped kernels that land in my cutlery caddy…

Stray popped kernels that fly into the sink and behind the microwave…

But this morning?

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It seems the bird caught one.

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🤣

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