Yeah. SERIOUSLY.
I can't even pretend I made this up. Not that I'd want to but I wouldn't put it past me, having read my previous work.
This tradition is over 100 years old (according to humans).
The gremlins insist that it's older.
For humans, it's a superstition surrounding the idea of a full fridge/pantry. Google it if you're bored. It's exactly as odd as it sounds.
The gremlins insist that it's more a practical solution for the "Don't eat after midnight" thing.
For humans, it's a superstition surrounding the idea of a full fridge/pantry. Google it if you're bored. It's exactly as odd as it sounds.
The gremlins insist that it's more a practical solution for the "Don't eat after midnight" thing.
Either way, today, apparently marks a gremlin scented tradition of camping out in the most snack-adjacent location possible.
I shan't be joining in.
I'll be starfishing in my bed with earplugs and hoping we all make it to tomorrow.
'Night.