Valentine's Day Masssacre

I got a nice, big box of See's Chocolates for V-Day. I am surprisingly not a huge chocolate fan, particularly the filled or truffly kind. The result of this strange streak of purist in me is that it takes me well nigh on forever to eat a box of chocolates. Particularly one this hearty.

Because of the amount of time, I have been known to forget that I have a box of chocolates in the house. If these were M&Ms or cookies, I'd devour them like a googly-eyed blue monster. But nice chocs? Takes a while. Apparently too long.

I went to layer two of my chocolates yesterday and found this:
If you can't see from my typically poor photography, my chocolates have been . . . violated. I had a houseguest last week, and she apparently took me at my word to have her way with the candy. She seems to have used the "poke" method to determine the filling of each chocolate. I'm more of a biter, myself, but to each her own.