It used to be that we could just leave food out in the kitchen. Not any more. Unless you’re OK with eating cat-licked food. Which I’m not.

When, say, Eric is working a bit later than usual and doesn’t make it home by dinnertime, but is close enough that it would make no sense to pack everything away in the fridge and then unpack it for him again, someone has to sit in the kitchen and guard the food from the starving, wild creature in the house.

It’s like baby-proofing except the things you want to secure are totally different.