I woke up this past Sunday morning to the following crime scene:

My faithful drug-sniffing dog assessed the evidence and determined that it was delicious.

After a brief investigation, I concluded that someone had broken into our house and scattered colored eggs all over our furniture. Most of our electronic devices and applicances were still intact, so I attributed this burglary to a psychopath. I decided it was necessary to get inside the head of the criminal mastermind (Clarice Starling-style):

If I had two big furry ears, where would I hide the body... er, eggs?

This turned out to be a total dead end. So I gave up after a while and ate chocolate for the rest of the day. Apparently, some mysteries are best left unsolved.