Adding to Fred's Shame...

     Tonight our room mate came home from visiting family out of town. He, apparently, brought a whole Boston Cream donut in with him and left it in the bag, in his room. He then left the door open and went outside for a bit. Meanwhile, Sean and I went to the store to buy chicken wire and staples to patch up the old privacy in the backyard; to keep Fred from wandering into the neighbors' backyard and being eaten by their rather large dog. The room mate comes back in and decides that that donut sounds good aaaaand discovers an empty bag. No donut to be found, just a Fred with a sticky face. >.<