Too late, BGB
My efforts to get into the wrapping have reached such extremes that I now find myself trapped inside the wrapper with the flapjack.

In the short term, this is most WOO, as it means I can eat the flapjack.

In the long term, I must find a way to escape. Preferably before my coffee gets cold.

_{Sorry, it's going to be one of those mornings}

Edit: It did occur to me that if I was a real crow, I wouldn't have teeth. _{Current evidence suggests I am not a real crow, and that is why I have to come into work.}

I also feel even sillier as my office is just next door to a lab full of sharp implements.
(LongJohnBaldry, Fri 21 Nov 2008, 9:37, Reply)