Dude at least they attempted to scoop it out. My better half cuts it in half and SQUEEZES it out because she’s decided it’s better/easier than cutting it out properly. Now I walk into the kitchen and find the mutilated remains of our avocados.

As many of these moments as I’ve had, I can’t remember a single one, but I can tell you that they keep me up for multiple nights until I can repress the memory and wipe it from my repository, otherwise I’d never make it in this world.