My nosy neighbors tried to give me the plague/rabies

On Mom's birthday, we ate. A lot. Starting with a huge breakfast.

I don't know why I ordered them (because I've never ordered them before), but I found myself sitting behind a pile of banana walnut pancakes.

I finished about a fifth of the pile. And then I felt wasteful.

Then I got a brilliant idea. I asked for a doggie bag, took the pancakes home, and left the open box on my front porch...

I'M GONNA GIVE THE SQUIRRELS LOVE DIABETES!

I left the cakes on my porch and went on with my day (movie, shoe shopping, and--of course--more food).

When Mom and I came back, we wanted to see the progress. We rounded the corner and saw... that one of my neighbors had closed the box.

But only after the squirrelies had eaten two-thirds of the contents.

What's the point of that??? Why close a box full of rodent-gnawed food?

BECAUSE they saw squirrels gnawing away, and thought I'd probably eat some random food item left on my porch AS LONG AS IT WAS IN A CLOSED BOX. Thus, giving me the plague.

Diabolical.

But, alas, I'm waaaaay too wily for them.

I dumped out the rest of the squirrel cakes on the step and took the box inside.

Take THAT, mean old rabies-rootin' ladies!