Wolverine Was Here

Yesterday morning, I walked into the kitchen and discovered this...

So I turned to my husband and asked him if by chance Wolverine had come by for a bowl of Coco Balls (which, in the states, you know as Coco Puffs but for whatever reason, they call them Coco Balls here).

Jeremy confessed that no superheros had visited us for breakfast. It was him. Just why he ripped it open with the kind of voracity you'd rip open a new roll of toilet paper when you have explosive diarrhea is beyond me. That part remains a mystery.