BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

I fell asleep outside in my lounge chair basking in the warm spring sun with a just opened Butterfinger resting in my lap. I suddenly awoke with the feeling something was crawling on my legs. With my eyes wide open, I watched this chip monk scatter away with my Butterfinger clinched in his jaws. I now have to watch to make sure this pesky friend doesn't get into the house or trash if I don't close the doors, but more importantly in my lap again if I'm sleeping with a Butterfinger candy bar.......... A True story by Guy