Some years ago, I was in the habit of buying hash by the ounce; it makes a pretty nice little slab. I was a teenager living with my parents (long time ago). So this foil wrapped block disappears overnight one time, and I go through all kinds of agony; I forgot where I put it? My mother found it? My sister or some friend stole it? I don't know.

A day or two went by, and I haven't figured it out yet. So I do what I always do when I lose something, I begin cleaning up the room. At some point I find a chewed up bunch of foil, with a little bit of hash in it. The marks on the foil gave me the obvious answer; the family cat found it, and either ate it or played with it until it was mostly gone. I forgave the cat, but worried he'd die or something. No negative effects on him, that I could tell.

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4252 Reviewed by 4252 on . OH SHIT Last night I bought a sack and smoked a bit with the kid. I took the sack home and stuck it where I usually do--in the CD compartment of my clock radio. Then I went to sleep. I had a big bowl packed ready for this morning, so I didn't return for the sack until just a few minutes ago. Gone. I checked all my other drawers and my other stash areas, but it doesn't seem to be anywhere in my room. I know I didn't dream about buying it, cause I'm still down 20 bucks. I'm pretty sure my Rating: 5