Someone left groceries on our porch a few days ago.

They were good groceries, too. Almond milk, cuties, a bag of pink apples, the fluffy white bread that tastes like dessert…even one of those bags of potatoes that you get in the chilled section of the grocery store. I felt pretty spoiled.

In fact, I felt a little too spoiled. We live in a townhouse where our porch looks like a lot of other porches, and we’re not poor (I don’t think?) so it got me kind of worried.

We checked outside to search for clues…

…..AND THERE WERE NO FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW