Opposable paws

We don’t have a bread box.

Actually that’s a lie. I have a fantastic bread box with two compartments, one labeled Bread, the other Cake. But it is extremely old and rusty and I use it to store all my old journals:

But anyway, the point is that we don’t have a bread box suitable for bread storage. This totally wasn’t a problem until Snag entered our lives and we discovered his affinity for gnawing through bread wrappers and consuming portions of several slices.

Then I had the genius idea that we could keep the entire loaf of bread inside the toaster oven. Same size, more or less, as a bread box, same functionality. Take that, I thought, you little carb-seeking missile. It worked! We’ve enjoyed our bread un-gnawed for months.

You see where this is going, don’t you?

You’re right.

Today Snag learned how to open the toaster oven.

ETA: Your comments make me realize that this has been a good lesson in storytelling, if you consider the toaster oven an equivalent to Chekhov’s gun.