Apologies in advance for a question several people may find in very poor taste, but such is the blogger's life. I thought of this while Rachel and I were flying to Las Vegas, eating honey roasted peanuts. I was disproportionately excited because so often they just serve salted peanuts on Southwest and it's a special treat to get two precious bags of the honey roasted variety. (Incidentally, either one is miles better than United's peanut, almond, and pretzel mix. I just can't enjoy small hard pretzels; I don't know why. I also don't like almonds, but I know where that comes from.) Anyhow, back to my inappropriate question:

Say there's a plane crash in your neighborhood, much like one near my cousin's home when a small plane and a Boeing 737 collided and both fell out of the sky in Cerritos several years ago. During the three mile drop to earth, debris scatters in a wide field, and lighter things are carried farther by the wind.

Now, say that later this afternoon you're in your debris-free backyard (you're aware of the crash, but the majority of debris has fallen several blocks away from your home) and you come across a pristine bag of honey roasted peanuts. Assuming that the tiny bag is in good shape and appears no different than normal, and assuming you love honey roasted peanuts, what do you do with the bag?

If you have no particular attraction to this variety of snack, substitute your own airline fare of choice. For example, a mini-bottle of cognac falls in your swimming pool.