I think I've mentioned this before, but it's worth repeating: When things get very very quiet in your house... that's when you should worry. While on my computer trying to get some work done, I noticed things start to get quiet. The hunt began. I eventually found the culprits of silence behind my bar, indulging themselves with their newfound treasures. Just a few granola bars this time, not much to worry about. My Dad senses perked up in time to catch them on bar #2 out of 4, didn't quite ruin their appetite for lunch, so we were good to go. Nice try girls.