I started noticing that eggs kept disappearing from our fridge—always right after my mother-in-law, Andrea, came over. At first, I thought maybe she was in a tough spot and quietly taking a few to get by. But it kept happening, too regularly to be a coincidence. So, I set up a hidden camera. What I caught on video shocked me: Andrea was stealing our eggs, carefully wrapping them up, and walking them across the yard to sell to our neighbor, Mrs. Davis—pretending they were from her imaginary backyard hens.
I was angry but decided to get creative. I took a carton of eggs, emptied them out, and refilled them with a disgusting mix of mustard and hot sauce. Just as I expected, Andrea grabbed the doctored eggs and sold them to Mrs. Davis. Later that day, I heard a loud shriek—Mrs. Davis had cracked one open and got a messy surprise. She stormed over, hands dripping with mustard, demanding an explanation. I told her everything—right in front of Andrea.
Andrea was mortified, Mrs. Davis was fuming, and since then, my eggs have stayed right where they belong. Turns out, revenge really is best served with a kick… straight from a sabotaged eggshell.
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