Me, A Hot Glue Gun, Too Much Time, and Some Peeps.
I stopped in my tracks, stared at the Peep on the dining room table, and fully realized something I should have thought of years ago: Peeps are the cockroaches of the candy world.
That Peep had been sitting there for weeks, slowly turning into a rock, but otherwise staying unchanged. No bugs cared about it. Mold stayed away. EVEN THE DOG IGNORED IT.
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