Revenge is a dish best served very very cold

My morning started as it usually does, finding and putting on workout clothes. Except...rolled in the shorts was a peppermint patty.

???

I went in search of T. "Honey, I found this peppermint patty in my shorts."

He got a slightly terrible look of glee on his face and said, "Revenge is a dish best served very very cold."

*sigh* I knew before I asked, I was just hoping it was a coincidence.

See, sometime in 1993 raaga123 and I took an enormous canister of peppermint patties and put them EVERYWHERE in T's apartment. He was still cursing us three moves and fifteen years later. Evidently sometime in the recent past, he decided it is my turn.

I found 18 of them today. And he didn't just tuck them into drawers. No, he took out the stack of socks, picked one in the middle, and put the patty all the way in the toe of the sock. All of his hiding places were that sneaky. Yes, I went through every stupid drawer today. I only made it through part of the closet.

He refuses to tell me how long it took him to hide them, or how big the package was.