Sometimes when you are sharing a living space you need to hide some of life’s essentials. Ice cream for example. A few times a year my wife and I will each get our own pint of ice cream. The way the concept works in my head is she has her pint to eat however she wants and I have my pint to eat however I want. The way it works in reality is that when she finishes her pint she’s free to attack whatever is left of mine. This is why after a few days I need to hide mine on the bottom shelf in the back behind the 5 year old cornish game hens that are beyond frozen.