Yesterday, our cleaning lady brought in these 2 packages from our front porch. I was moving them off the island so I could start on dinner and one of the boxes weighed a TON. Addressed to Mr. Prevention, I set it aside and went about my way. When he got home, I told him about the extremely heavy package and he kept asking, “What do you think it is?” “I have NO idea,” I kept responding. “You’re going to kill me,” he said.