It creeps, and leaps, and glides and slides across the floor

Our ward had its annual Chili Cook Off last week*. I'm always astonished at the wide variety of chilis that come in — hot, sweet, bland — and there's a wide variety of textures as well. No two are the same.

I wouldn't be surprised if some of them took on a life of their own. And started creeping, leaping and sliding across the floor.

*And, appropriately, Bro. Bean said the opening prayer.