Cat-astrophes

Recently I was in the staffroom eating a Freddo whilst working on a writing program for next term unaware that I was being studied by a colleague.

After a few minutes I'd finished the chocolate and she spoke up -

"So have you always eaten Freddo Frogs backwards?"
"excuse me?"
"You ate it backwards - feet first...have you always done that?"
"Well, yes actually...though I wasn't aware that there was a particular way to eat them..."
"Is that some sort of sadistic tendency where you want your victim to be conscious until the very end?"
"WHAAAAAAT????"

Determined to prove that I wasn't the only one, I proceeded to question everyone that came within the room. Apparently everyone eats Freddos head first.

So suddenly I was forced to examine the 'why' behind my eating habits of a chocolate...did they mask some darker desire, or did I simply have a foot fetish? Maybe it was simply a coincidence that every time I opened up one of the smiley-faced chocolates I just happened to eat it feet-first.

But....alas....there is actually a reason.

When I was much younger I recieved 20 cents pocket money weekly. Freddos, back in those days, were worth 10 cents. Being the budding chocoholic, I couldn't resist (I used to go by the philosophy of spend half, save half) however being my weeks worth of chocolate, I would try to make it last as long as possible...

Day 1 - buy the little frog. That was excitement enough at 8.
Day 2 - eat his feet.
Day 3 - nibble up to his first hand.
Day 4 - eat up to his second hand.
Day 5 - eat the hand, and leave the head.
Day 6 - my favourite day - the head!
Day 7 - anticipate pocket money day....

And the reason why I didn't go back the other way was because I would save the greatest quantity to last...

So sorry, no cannibalistic traits or any other weirdness aside from habits formed by a young obsessive compulsive 8 year old.

xxx