It was 3 a.m. I was minding my own business in the fridge, then I heard footsteps. Could it be Rudolf, the family dog? Of course! Who else would be up and about at that hour besides me? Usually his response to finding me eating someone’s birthday cake is a mean growl which, I have to admit, sends chills down my spine, if I’m sitting upright that is. Taking under consideration how quickly he had figured how to open the fridge door the last time, I knew I didn’t have much time. I closed the box, pushed it back then I hid behind the yoghurt container on the upper shelf and pretended that I was a cabbage. For those who is not familiar with combat art, it’s a form of camouflage, a mind trick if you will. Did he find me anyway? Yes.

Verdict: Don’t trust your instincts unless a risk ISN’T involved.