Well, that'll teach me (except it won't, of course: I cannot learn)

[desperance]

I was feeling generous and sympathetic; I gave Mac a mushroom, as consolation for his prickled nose.

Then I found the quarter-squash from my veggie bag on the floor, its own bag torn open and its flesh mightily chewed.

Grr. Of course he has a passion for squashes, why wouldn't he? How dim am I...?