My poor spoons...

Like many people I have little things around my house that have some special value to me. I rarely keep anything unless it means something. I am not the type of person to put out a knick-knack or hang a picture simply because it matches the decor. A few years ago my aunt-in-law Allyson gave me a set of pretty little decorative teaspoons. I keep these on the shelf in my kitchen next to my favorite bowl and cookbooks. I have them arranged perfectly from the tablespoon to the littlest teaspoon fanned out so you can see the decoration in the metal.

Jonny likes to move my spoons.

I don't know how he figured out that I like my spoons exactly where I put them but he seems to take great pleasure in moving them. When simply sifting them around wasn't enough he hung them from the kitchen light. This is what I found when I sat down for Thanksgiving dinner.
When we went to Utah Jonny and Cassie got our mail, feed the cat and snake, etc. I didn't even think about my poor spoons.

When we got home I noticed a few dishes in the sink and I thought, "I didn't leave any dishes, did I?"

The answer is no, I did not leave any dirty dishes. They were used for a sinister purpose. Three guesses who.

I know the solution is to not care about my pretty little spoons but I can't! Maybe it is part of the obsessive-compulsive side of my personality that I just can't leave it alone. I fear I am doomed.