I was heading to my office yesterday afternoon, determined not to have a nap, not to faff around on the internet, and determined that I would absolutely crush at least two and a half hours of apres-lunch productivity. And what did I find when I got there? Two gigantic pools of dog vomit full of eggshells and the cardboard packaging from which those eggs were stolen. I had been wondering in the morning why we’d gone through the eggs so quickly, and now I know.