And by SPAM, I mean the canned pork product popularized in WWII.  Years from now they’ll be discovering ancient stashes of petrified toilet paper in underground bunkers from the Age of Coronavirus.  Seriously, it’s a joke!  (Not the virus, the things people prioritize in a crisis.)

We finally found the precious commodity in a mega-Target in a slightly more civilized part of town, not yet totally decimated by toothless hags.  We actually got excited we scored our quota of two (!) big TP packs, that’s how absurd it all is.  Pretty much the only people there were doing same.  In fact it was almost deserted everywhere we went, with everyone holing up at home.  So surreal.  And yes, we did all the hygiene things.

Here is Misu demonstrating how to bunker down (or up in the closet, as the case may be).