Groucho is also great at hiding things. When I leave for work each morning there's not a toy to be seen. But when I get home his toys are EVERYWHERE, even a few that I haven't seen for a while. Then there's the Great Shrimp Mystery around here that has become an inside joke with Soncat and me. For dinner one Sunday I planned to make a variation of paella and before leaving for church put the chicken, shrimp, and sausage in the sink to finish defrosting. Went to start cooking, chicken was there, sausage was there, shrimp was gone!!! Soncat and I literally tore the kitchen apart but never did find it. Several weeks later I decided to try making it again and put the chicken, sausage and shrimp in the sink. I was in another room no more than 20 minutes and when I went back to start cooking there was the chicken, the sausage, but NO SHRIMP!!!!! This time we did find it partially under a cabinet with the freezer bag intact and the shrimp unharmed. To this very day we haven't found the first bag of shrimp anywhere. While we don't want to make any unfounded accusations here, we believe that Groucho is the culprit. So now if we can't find something the immediate response is, "It must be with the shrimp!"
