This means war

When it comes to snacking, I'm a grazer. As I am also a multi-tasking grazer, it is very possible for me to inhale half a can of C's Pringles, while surfing the Web, and not even notice it.

I've told C, "Let's not even entertain the concept that I have willpower, because I don't. Out of my sight, out of my mind." He agreed, only to have me find a Cadbury bar winking at me when I opened the fridge door today.

So that little directive didn't work. What to do next? I think I have the answer and I will find out its effectiveness, only after he comes home to find this on our apartment door:

As for the neighbors, pfffftttt.