Since the quarantine and since the alternative kind of just been alone in your house, but just fine, you like being alone anyways, so here you are in the kitchen, cooking you didn't really know what you wanted to cook, so you looked up some recipes in a book and found a traditional Mexican recipe for spicy cheesy enchiladas. You really enjoyed cooking these, it took you some time to get the sauce right, but you were able to do it.

You were very proud of yourself, but you forgot some important details, so you turned around and when across the kitchen to go, grab a couple of things like some extra seasoning and maybe some dried Basil leaves, but when you turn back around, you realize that your window is open and a tiny little chubby little thing in a suit, ma'am, I do was hunched over your plate of enchiladas and just chowing down like his life depended on it.

And you're sitting there staring at this little greedy, fuck eating your enchiladas that you worked hard on. And he stares at you, sauce covering his face, he stares at you for like, 2 seconds goes back to stuffing his face.

You heard news about these creatures, "Yippee's" the news reporters have called them, and it looks like you have encountered one he was eating all of your hard work.

How fucking dare he