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Many years ago, recently after my wife and I had moved into a rental house (town house), she woke up one night for a midnight snack. Made herself a Peanut Butter sandwich. In the morning she had mentioned that we must have accidentally picked up crunchy peanut butter (we always buy smooth peanut butter).
I decided to look at the jar, turns out this rental house was infested with ants and the lid was cracked just enough to let what seemed like an entire colony of ants pouring into the peanut butter. She ate ant filled peanut butter that night. Good thing it was 2 in the morning and she didn't realize it at the time. Truly crunchy peanut butter indeed.
I decided to look at the jar, turns out this rental house was infested with ants and the lid was cracked just enough to let what seemed like an entire colony of ants pouring into the peanut butter. She ate ant filled peanut butter that night. Good thing it was 2 in the morning and she didn't realize it at the time. Truly crunchy peanut butter indeed.