Scene of the Crime

Last night I had plans to meet my friend Jill for dinner, so Brian was on his own in terms of foraging for food.  He opted to bring home a pizza from our local place, Picasso’s.  I got home from work and was getting ready to meet Jill when Brian came in from mowing the lawn.

Brian: “Why’d you put my pizza in the fridge?”

Heather: “What are you talking about? I just walked in the door.”

B: “It was right there, in the box, on the coffee table. There were like 4 slices left.”

Both turn to look at the coffee table.

What we should have seen (This particular photo has been recreated for the sake of storytelling. The rest are real, unfortunately.):

What we saw:

Any ideas? Here’s a hint: What’s small and deceptive and hanging out in the bottom left corner of the photo?

So we look all around the room. No pizza.  Check the fridge in case Brian has lost his mind and actually did put it away. Nope. Bedrooms, bathrooms, laundry room? Noooo.

Me: “Well there’s no way she ate the box, right?”

So being the genius that he is (1550 on the SAT, people… that’s why I married him), Brian moves the couch.

Luckily she didn’t actually get any of the pizza, but it sure wasn’t for lack of trying.  We tried to get a shot of the little pug fang marks on the box.  This is the best we could do.  The best part is the tiny face peeking around behind the box. Don’t even try to look innocent, pug.