The pocket pickers

It isn't unusual for me to walk around the house with a pocketful of cookies. It even used to be safe.

Now, they know the silent sound of... the cookie jar lid.

And they line up. They don't line up to gently take a cookie from our hand, but they follow us around the house. Poised and ready.

Carefully at first, the nose brushes by a hand and ever so gently, hoping to go unnoticed it slips into the pocket.

Then, throwing caution to the wind the nose goes after the feast realizing at this point it is much better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission.

Flo immediately eyes her target.

Not wanting to waste even a minute, she dives in going straight for the treasure.

We've been invaded by the pocket pickers.