Crap, I dropped an M&M. The loss is not one of immediate need or want. I have a whole bag. Any one bag of the sugary confections always feels like too much indulgence anyway. Besides, I’m a grown up now, and I shouldn’t need any candy. Wow, that’s a startlingly sad thing to say.
But back the errant M&M. If I don’t find it now and claim its ingestion under a slight extension of the five second rule the darn thing will sequester itself away for days, weeks or even months. This, in itself, would not be such a bad thing. The candy coating, smooth, shiny and enticing, will prevent ants from really taking advantage of it. And they never go bad and start to smell, unlike that Easter egg we failed to find one year. Now that was awful.
No, the thing about a missing M&M is that you’ll eventually find it again. Considering the above mentioned description of the candy coating’s sturdy and nigh impervious nature you’re left with one question. Now that it’s found, should I eat it? Knowing me, I probably will.