Another story for That’s Incredible! Monday night, to my horror and delight, I spied a half-package of M&M’s tucked into an Easter basket. Pop, pop, pop, three M&M’s were in my mouth, followed by the rest of the pack. Ah, the flavor, the comfortingly familiar sensation. In fact, it was so nice to “visit” this old friend, I couldn’t wait till the next day, when I could buy some more. Can you believe this? Selling my soul—well, at least my happiness—for a few lousy M&M’s, a few chocolate-coated poison pellets!