The best part about staying up past my bedtime is being able to raid the fridge. And since I'm not a Mogwai, I can do it after Midnight, too. I was in denial for months, until Gretchen got the idea to install a hidden camera on the mayonnaise jar that hasn't been touched since 1964. Seeing is believing, although the entire experience has left me with a bitter taste in my mouth. Or perhaps that's the snack I just concocted?