I was hungry one day, so I took my lazy self downstairs to make a sandwich. I walked down the stairs and made it to the kitchen, I got out two slices of bread and sat them on a plate on the counter. I got the jelly out of the fridge and carried it with me to the cabinet. I pulled the cabinet open, and immediately felt my heart sink, I felt sick. I dropped the jam and I felt like I wanted to puke, it was evil, and it was out for me. Inside of the cabinet, was not for the faint of heart. Inside of that cabinet, it stood. An empty tub that used to hold the prized nutty delight to finish off this snack. Inside of my house? A monster. Inside of my cabinet? Not peanut butter, I can tell you that much.