Once upon a time, I worked with a guy who would frequently receive packages from his grandmother containing sweets. He would gladly share his bounty, but there was enough of a steady supply in such ample measure that it threatened to give us all the diabetes. The box of goodies would be left out for everyone's consumption until they were old and stale, and we were fat and sick. At this point, they would be tossed into the garbage. Our supervisor would frequently stop by our work area and feign an interest in his subordinates, but in reality he was usually looking for food. Guy was a snack-fiend, and he loved those boxes of Granny's goodies. However, even with his assistance, there would still be leftovers and the day would inevitably come for the remaining snacks to be hurled into the trash can. One day, to my surprise, I found my supervisor hunched over the trash can, devouring stale chocolate from a recently discarded box. When I asked why he didn't just take the box out of the trash, he coined the term, "Raccoon snacks," and continued to feast on what was technically garbage. The moral of the story is always discard of unwanted food items in such a way that they can be conveniently recovered for further consumption.