I may have created a monster!
Not every year, but usually I'd buy some peeps and Ted and I would share. This year I started early and we've been doing 3-4 peeps a night (this is like free basing but we don't set them on fire).
Now that Easter is over, now that I can't buy any more, now that we only have 5 boxes of whit chix in reserve...Ted would not eat baby carrots, the very expensive juicy kind I rip off after the grad students have finished their lunch with the seminar speaker (yes, other people take soda, or sandwiches, I take leftover baby carrots for Ted). He has now shown a decided preference for peeps instead of bananas and carrots...and last night, he sniffed suspiciously at a molasses/oat treat and finally chewed it...but it wasn't what he wanted. When he sees me coming out of the tack room with a peep in my hand, he starts licking his lips and is completely focused on the peep.
What do I do when the last chick is gone? Will he need therapy?
I never knew peeps were this addictive. Maybe I can incorporate this into my drug abuse studies...but using an equine model system would be so prohibitively expensive!