"But you love corn" I tried to remind them.
Calling for them several times while I stood on that sticky mess. They would come and sniff, and quickly leave. not a bite taken.
"Remember when I held a partial buttered ear for you while you quickly nibbled the moist buttery goodness."
"You loved it then", I pleaded.
They are usually so good about cleaning up messes. Waiting at my feet for me to drop something accidently, or on purpose. It was no use. I had to pull up my big girl britches and work my way thru the mess. it was only 24 ears, but it sure seemed like a 100. I was going to can it in pints, but I just wanted to get it over with, so just bagged it up in a zip lock baggy for freezing.
These measly 8 bags better taste like CHOCOLATE after all this.