Well, I was more thinking the Barbara's jalapeno cheese poofs. (To think the nice Puffins lady dabbles in jalapeno!)

. . . there are so many fewer of those in this house than there were a few hours ago.

(They're really good! I like them even better than the regular kind, which are the crunchy things of my childhood—I know they were designed as a sort of health-gesturing alternative to Cheetos, but I have always found Cheetos the unsatisfactory finger-staining substitute. I had Barbara's first.)

Ah well, everybody grab a hempen rope and lash his, her, or itself to the mast!

And see what's hung up in the trees after.