Scrambled Eggs-as it were

 Friday afternoon, when I had just about half hour left of my shift at my caregiving duties, I got simultaneous texts from Ellen and Gary.

Ellen's said; "Answer Dad's text."

And Gary's said: "Fridge boobytrapped."

Then he sent this picture.

A carton of eggs had leaped out of the fridge when he'd opened it.

Then a bit later, I got the text from Gary:

"It's taken care of"  or something to that effect.

Then I got this picture.

There must have been 5-7 eggs there.  Down the hatch they went.

At least they get kudos for being resourceful with clean up duties and not letting spilled food go to waste.