Strange dream the other night.

I was visiting some relative who I didn't really recognize. You know the ones....Aunt Helen and Uncle Roy from Nova Scotia? The ones your father met when he was a child. Once.

In any event, we were all playing Monoploy. As I moved my gamepeice forward on the board, Uncle Roy told me that I had just commited the "double whaataang error" and had to forfeit the game to those remaining. I told them that I quit, because of the lameness of the "error". As I walked in their kitchen, Roy tries to console me by asking if I had tried the "licorice grapes". I said no, and he offered me a jar that had a selection of bug-shaped candies. When I bit into one, it tasted like an almond - and revealed a smaller, smiling bug looking at me.