I am just too much into food right now(read: Since forever). The problem is that I think they want me to eat them. I know they don’t have legs but how else would you explain them ending up in my hand every other time. Strange right? It’s like I am inviting them : “Hey there, why don’t you come and stay over in my stomach for a night”. It has to anyway leave the house next day. (If you know what I mean). It’s not like I do much. They just seem to love me back. Well most of them. I can judge if they liked the stay or not. Sometimes you won’t even know they are staying but other times, some of them I must say make the stay so hard that I contemplate on why I invited (read : ate) them in the first place. The series that follows next is not to be mentioned.