BUTTERFINGER® Bar Insurance

We had been to the grocery store. The kids had other candy waiting for them. I had my Butterfinger bar resting quietly in the butter section of the fridge. It was getting cool and ready for nap time. I had a phone call and wandering into the front hall for only a moment when I heard the fridge door open and a rustling sound. I ran back into the kitchen and the wrapper was on the ground. The only evidence of the children were tiny little chocolate foot prints trailing out of the room.