I don't think it's control-freaky to expect your food to be in the fridge when you come back for it, really. I'm surprised by the idea of houseguests randomly eating whatever they find -- especially if they are houseguests of only one resident of the apartment.

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I can't decide if that article about John Henry makes me happy or sad. But this

Before the walks began, administering John's daily medication often required more than an hour of effort involving elaborate schemes to catch him unawares in his 18-by-18 stall. On at least one occasion, catching him in the stall required a lasso.

is something I can relate to. Medicating the reluctant is not an enviable task, so I'm glad his walks make it easier.

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billytea, I made the connection based on: Philadelphia, couples therapy, intensive group interactions (and the high cost of the sessions) - all of which you'd mentioned. It just didn't seem likely that there were that many people doing that kind of intensive couple's therapy in the same city. (It didn't occur to me that Bec and TOG might be among the actual group described, which, double freaky!)

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I'd like to mention that I like all these people. I'm just grousing a little. And I'm pretty sure none of them read here, but if they do I'm going to feel like a jerk.

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Shrift, when I had roommates we had clearly-defined common food items (staples like bread, cheese slices, milk, and condiments) and the rest was personal food that was off-limits to anyone but the owner. Maybe that sort of agreement could work for you?

Or you could always wait til one of the mooching houseguests is over and having a meal, then snatch food off their plate/out of their container and start eating it to make a point.

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I loved the video of John Henry on his daily constitutional. Checking out the cross-country course, visiting the foals, allowing children to pet him without snapping their hands off -- see -> mellow.

Also, cute that he likes to stand in the Winner's Circle -- so familiar to him.

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Dear Humans:

Why the hell would you choose to sit right next to me and crowd me when there is an entire row of empty chairs across from you?

Please ass off and die.

Signed, Cranky with personal space issues.

PS. All children in the terminal SHUT UP and SIT STILL.

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Maybe that sort of agreement could work for you?

That's pretty much how we work it now, it's just that we've had so many people in and out in the last few days that I don't even know who to point at and say, "J'accuse!"

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Dear Humans:

Ahahaha, humans. There was an entitled assmunch causing a bottleneck on my bus this morning, and I spent a good fifteen minutes thinking about stabbing him with a pen.

I... might be a little cranky this week.

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shrift, maybe a more formal method of dividing up fridge space, so that you get a special shelf of 'don't touch without permission!' food? (And roommate vice versa.) Also, don't discount the possibility that the food-taker was mistaken about what was on offer because of a misapprehended permission.

Also, and seriously: sometimes very nice people are just freaky about food, as in well-concealed bulimia or other problems likewise.

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