When I arrived at work this morning, I discovered a box of these on my desk, with a post-it note that reads, "Treat for you. From, the Treat Fairy." Who is this marvelous and mysterious Treat Fairy? I've asked all the likely culprits and everyone seems innocent enough. I really have no idea who it was. How great is my life that I have a surprise box of cookies on my desk? I love my co-workers sometimes. I love them even more when, during the official inquiry into the identity of the Treat Fairy, one of them manages to mention, "You know, syringe-holes are miniscule. Undetectable, even." Heh. Generous, loveable, sarcastic bastards. They're the best.