I placed my empty Stonewall Kitchen box on the floor, careful to close it up so the leftover packing peanuts wouldn’t escape. I thought that I might be able to reuse the peanuts and the box for Christmas gifts to England. Over the next few days, as I walked past the box, I always crouched low to close it, puzzled as to why it stubbornly opened on its own several hours later.
And then, one evening as I walked by the box, I caught Molly with her nose buried deep inside. She was gorging on the packing peanuts. In fact, it looked like she had been eating them for days as the supply had been depleted by more than half. I secured the box shut once again, sure that she wouldn’t be able to undo the lid this time. Molly brought backup in the form of George and with teamwork, they opened the box and began scarfing peanuts with wild abandon. I removed the box from the house and placed it in the garage.When I told the Englishman about the incident over Sunday supper with his oldest son and daughter-in-law, I learned that packing peanuts can be made with biodegradable starch and are safe to eat. The Englishman demonstrated by retrieving a peanut from the drool-covered box and popped one into his mouth, chewing vigorously. He declared it quite tasty and mentioned that if we had a zombie apocalypse, he would head to the nearest warehouse to stock up on the edible delights called packing peanuts. He patted his clever canines on the heads and sat down to finish his dinner.