I came into work today to find my office littered with animal crackers - dotting the walls and grazing on my keyboard, courtesy of the other graphics folks. After a nibble proved that they weren’t stale, I began to work my way around, devouring the creatures one by one. After the massacre, I realized that there is a certain way that I eat animal crackers, perhaps left over from the farm days. I always bite the head off first, then go for the body. Mercy before pleasure.

My co-worker disagreed, “No way. You eat the legs off first. That way they can’t run away, and you get the taste of fear added to the mix. Win-win!”

Without even considering the notion of cookies experiencing fear, our conversation does bring up the interesting concept of how one’s consumption of an animal cracker relates to their overall social stability. I like to think I lean more towards the “sane” side of the spectrum.

Then again, I am writing a blog post about how to properly kill cookies shaped like animals.