Fig-tastic

So I'm packing up after a long weekend at the beach. I see a Fig Newton wrapper at the bottom of my bag. I ate half of the Fig Newton on the train ride to the island but forgot about the other half until now. The Newton is ridiculously smooshed and has been sitting in my bag (which has been on the floor) all weekend. Our beach house has ants and Matt saw a mouse one morning.

I still ate it.