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Eggs kept disappearing from my fridge, always after my MIL, Andrea, visited. I thought she might be struggling and had taken a few eggs for herself, but I had to be certain. I set up a hidden camera, but what I caught my MIL doing with those stolen eggs shocked me to the core.<\/p>\n
I never thought I\u2019d become an amateur detective over something as simple as eggs. But when you\u2019re paying around $6 a dozen, you start to notice things.<\/p>\n
My husband, James, and I barely touched them anymore. We only bought them for the kids\u2019 breakfast, and even then, we treated those things like they were made of gold.<\/p>\n
Yet somehow, they started disappearing at a frightening rate.<\/p>\n
\u201cJames, I swear we had more eggs yesterday,\u201d I said one morning, staring into the fridge.<\/p>\n
The carton felt wrong in my hands. Too light.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, Rebecca,\u201d he replied, not looking up from his phone. \u201cMaybe the kids made themselves eggs when they got home from school.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, they had grilled cheese.\u201d I pulled out the carton and set it on the counter. \u201cI\u2019ve been counting them. We had eight yesterday, and now there are four.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re counting eggs now?\u201d He glanced up, eyebrows raised. \u201cThat\u2019s a new level of grocery anxiety, even for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen they cost this much? You bet I am.\u201d I closed the fridge with more force than necessary, rattling the condiments inside. \u201cAnd I\u2019m telling you, something\u2019s not right. This isn\u2019t the first time.\u201d<\/p>\n
James sighed and put down his phone. \u201cBabe, it\u2019s just eggs. Maybe we\u2019re using more than we realize.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you don\u2019t understand. I\u2019ve been keeping track for weeks now.\u201d I started pacing the kitchen, my slippers scuffing against the tile. \u201cI\u2019m going to set up a hidden camera to catch the thief.\u201d<\/p>\n
James laughed. \u201cYou\u2019re putting our fridge under surveillance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n
See, there was one crucial piece of information I didn\u2019t want to share with James yet. When I first started counting our eggs, I quickly uncovered a disturbing pattern: every time my MIL, Andrea, came to visit, our eggs went missing.<\/p>\n
At first, I thought maybe she was struggling financially. Times were tough for everyone, and eggs were practically a luxury item at this point, but something about it didn\u2019t sit right with me.<\/p>\n
Although James and I had discussed his mom\u2019s issues with boundaries multiple times, I didn\u2019t want to accuse her of theft without proof.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay then, Sherlock,\u201d James said, rising from his chair. \u201cDo what you need to do to uncover the mystery of the missing eggs.\u201d<\/p>\n
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I ordered the tiny camera that same day, selecting overnight shipping. I set it up on a kitchen shelf facing the fridge.<\/p>\n
The footage revealed more than I bargained for. I sat at my kitchen table, jaw dropped, as I watched Andrea on my phone screen.<\/p>\n
There she was, bold as brass, carefully transferring eggs from my carton into her tote bag. She wrapped each one in a little cloth, tucking them away like they were precious gems.<\/p>\n
But it was what she did next that really got me.<\/p>\n
Instead of heading home with her contraband eggs, she walked straight out our back door and across the yard. Right to Mrs. Davis\u2019s house. Our neighbor.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo way,\u201d I muttered, leaning closer to the screen.<\/p>\n
It was pure luck that our fridge was near the back door. The little camera just picked up the exchange that happened next.<\/p>\n
I watched in disbelief as Andrea handed over the eggs to Mrs. Davis, who gave her something in return. Money. My mother-in-law was running an egg racket out of my refrigerator.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe absolute nerve,\u201d I whispered to myself. I rewound the footage three times just to be sure I wasn\u2019t seeing things. \u201cShe\u2019s been stealing my eggs to sell them to the neighbors!\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, I decided to do some reconnaissance. I caught Mrs. Davis watering her roses and wandered over, trying to look casual.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey there! Mrs. Davis,\u201d I called out, leaning against her fence. \u201cI was wondering\u2026 where have you been getting your eggs lately?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Davis\u2019s face lit up like I\u2019d just offered her free tickets to the opera. \u201cOh! I\u2019ve been buying eggs from your sweet MIL! She has backyard chickens and sells them cheap \u2014 only $4 a dozen! But I bet you already knew that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my smile freeze on my face.<\/p>\n
Backyard chickens? Andrea lived in a condo. On the third floor. The closest she could get to having backyard chickens was installing a coop on her balcony.<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess you didn\u2019t know I\u2019m already buying from her and wanted to offer me cheap eggs. That\u2019s so thoughtful of you!\u201d Mrs. Davis winked at me then. \u201cWho would\u2019ve thought we\u2019d end up discussing cheap eggs like some kind of shady deal?\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed, then excused herself to continue watering while I stood there, seething.<\/p>\n
That night, I hatched a plan to teach Andrea a lesson.<\/p>\n
It took over an hour to carefully hollow out an entire carton of eggs, but watching that golden yolk drain away was oddly satisfying.<\/p>\n
I then mixed up a special concoction of mustard and hot sauce, carefully refilling each shell before placing them back in the carton.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d James asked, wandering into the kitchen around midnight. \u201cIs that\u2026 mustard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJustice,\u201d I replied, not looking up from my work. \u201cSweet, yellow justice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShould I even ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably not. But you might want to buy some popcorn for the show that\u2019s coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
The trap was set. That weekend, Andrea came over for her usual visit with the grandkids.<\/p>\n
I watched her like a hawk, pretending to be absorbed in my phone while she did her usual routine. She hugged the children, commented on how much they\u2019d grown, and subtly positioned herself near the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, let me get some water,\u201d she said casually, disappearing into the kitchen while I pretended to help Tommy with his homework.<\/p>\n
I immediately pulled out my phone and watched on the camera as she slipped the eggs into her bag.<\/p>\n
She hurriedly crossed the yard and handed the eggs over to Mrs. Davis. Within minutes, she was back inside, fawning over the kids like nothing had happened.<\/p>\n
That evening, I invited Andrea to have a cup of tea with me on the back porch before she returned home. From here, we had a clear view of Mrs. Davis\u2019s kitchen.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t have curtains in her kitchen windows, and I often sat here in the evenings to watch her bake. Tonight, however, I expected there might be a more exciting show to witness.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Davis walked back and forth a few times carrying bowls, flour, and other items. Then, she lifted an egg. She cracked it open and screamed as yellow mustard and hot sauce mixture burst from the egg.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat on earth?\u201d Andrea sat up straight, her teacup clattering against the saucer.<\/p>\n
I shrugged and pretended to look around with concern.<\/p>\n
Moments later, the pounding on our front door made her jump again.<\/p>\n
I took my time walking over, fighting to keep the grin off my face. Mrs. Davis stood there, hands covered in mustard, face red with fury, looking like she\u2019d just discovered her winning lottery ticket was fake.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose eggs!\u201d she sputtered as I invited her inside. \u201cThey were filled with\u2026 with\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEggs?\u201d I asked innocently. \u201cOh, you mean the ones you bought from Andrea? Is something wrong with them?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea stepped into the living room then. Mrs. Davis immediately stomped toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAndrea? What\u2019s going on? The eggs you sold me\u2026 they\u2019re full of mustard and hot sauce!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat? That can\u2019t be. Rebecca,\u201d Andrea hissed. \u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
I crossed my arms. \u201cWhat did I do? I think the better question is, what were you doing stealing my groceries and selling them to my neighbor?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Davis\u2019s mouth fell open. \u201cWait\u2026 you stole these eggs from Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
The silence was deafening. Andrea\u2019s face turned a shade of red I\u2019d never seen before, clashing spectacularly with her floral blouse. She opened and closed her mouth several times, but no words came out.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe this,\u201d Mrs. Davis muttered. She jabbed her finger at Andrea, dripping mustard onto my floor. \u201cI trusted you! All that talk about your backyard chickens\u2026 I\u2019ve been telling everyone at my bridge club about your amazing eggs!\u201d<\/p>\n
She stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows. Andrea didn\u2019t stick around much longer. She grabbed her purse and practically ran out the door, leaving her tea half-finished on the table.<\/p>\n
I waited until she was gone before I started laughing. When James got home and I told him the whole story, he laughed even harder than I did.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what you were doing with the mustard and hot sauce?\u201d he wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes. \u201cThat\u2019s brilliant! But also slightly terrifying. Remind me never to steal your groceries.\u201d<\/p>\n
These days, our eggs stay exactly where they belong \u2014 in our fridge.<\/p>\n
Andrea never mentioned the incident again, and Mrs. Davis found a new egg supplier. But sometimes, when I\u2019m putting groceries away, I catch myself smiling. Because nothing tastes sweeter than the satisfaction of catching an egg thief red-handed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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