The world is a scary place.
That is besides all of the internal things that are out to get us, like fear turned crippling anxiety or the existential crisis that is inevitably getting old and having to deal with all of that, just to name a few.
But there’s also all of the externals. I’m not talking about the obvious ones. No daylight muggings, no car crashes, no random raccoon attacks. Nope. This is even more subtle than that.
I’m talking about someone messing with your food. Well, not…