dude, where's my asparagus?

Yesterday I woke up feeling a bit sick, and after an intense panel discussion with a formerly incarcerated woman and a birth mother, I was very much looking forward to the nice meal had packed for myself the night before. I had stacked leftover stir-fried asparagus and mixed vegetables over rice. Potential yum! But after openning the lid of my tupperware container, what should I see? No asparagus! Now, I haven't had too many problems with sharing a communal refrigerator and pantry, but why would someone take food from my lunch container? I can't even begin to comprehend.

I figured the theft of stalky vegetables might be a good lead into a discussion of the coop house I live in. I had my doubts in the beginning, but I love being a part of a rambling family. At any hour of the day, I can wander through our kitchen or dining room and run across someone who is genuinely interested in how my day went or what I plan to do with my weekend. Twenty-one people in one house can be a bit too much at times, but I like living in a warm cooperative environment, especially where "everybody knows your name." Hmm, but this getting sick a second time may be the caveat to communal yogurt and apple juice. Beware the food that has no cover!