I think everyone here hates counting calories, which is why we're here. If we could at least ballpark them earlier on, our belts would all be a little shorter!
When I was younger, my father paid me a $50 bounty on a raccoon that was breaking into our house and raiding the pantry - no lie, it would peel back the screens and come into the house. I earned the $50 and then some when I found it was a mother. I made the executive decision to dispatch the kits - not that I wanted to, but I didn't really have any reasonable options, and they're far from an endangered species.
That raccoon's skull turned up 15 years later.
On that happy note, enjoy your Friday!