Smiley got into the container of oatmeal candy cookies- which, while not the worst batch of cookies to have eaten (the least sugar and less chocolate than the chocolate chip,) it was still an entire container and no one noticed
I'm pretty sure the container was on the table when I went downstairs for my appointment with Belinda. I went upstairs when someone left the main floor to go upstairs, and left when someone was on that floor.
Unsurprisingly, after the screening, I have pretty strong anxiety and borderline severe major depression, in part thanks to not having one of my meds that literally is meant for anxiety and depression
I'm getting issues with trust, because asking people to be awake to get things into the house still lead with me doing it myself because they get to sleep. (Keep in mind, I gave them a range when it'll arrive, and they confirmed they would do it.)