Oh, Cap'n, Why'd Ya Make This Happen?

So it's the wonderful time of the year at last when the Halloween stuff comes out. Once school starts, Gentle Reader, I start counting down the days until I see my first bag of Brachs mallowcreme pumpkins. When that day comes, oh joy!

This year not only did I see mallowcreme pumpkins, my eyes spied a special Halloween item at the end of the cereal aisle at Wally World: Cap'n Crunch's Halloween Crunch. Normally I don't give a rat's patoot about Cap'n Crunch, for it's not a Kellogg's cereal and therefore I have no special attachment to the Cap'n. However, the husband does have a thing for the Cap'n, and since I try to keep the Crappin' Cap'n out of my pantry, the boy naturally has a thing for this sugary cereal-peddling icon.

Yes, Gentle Reader, I bought a box of the stuff. Hey, it promises to turn milk green. What more could you want?

And yes, Gentle Reader, I bought milk to see if the cereal actually turns milk green. In for a penny....

Let the great Saturday morning experiment begin!

For the integrity of the project, we should have had a control serving, but...really? The scientific method goes out the window when two males are hungry and have been presented with the prospect of color-changing sustenance.

After adding a bit of milk (the husband was pouring, so I can't tell you how much was added--again, so much for sound scientific method principles) and allowing the constituents to sit for a few moments (not sure how long), here's what we got:
Yes, Gentle Reader, that's right. We got green milk.

It's not ectoplasm green milk, but it's a seafoam green shade, which still counts.

Of course, the next question is this: Is it safe to drink this crap once it's green? Well, let me say this about this secondary experiment: We broadened our sampling population to answer this question. In addition to the husband, who drank the milk in his bowl, and the boy, who drank some of the milk in his bowl but then rejected it for reasons he kept to himself, we tried it out on what we thought would be a sure-fire audience: Nickelbucket. Good 'ol Bucket loves him some milk, especially "forbidden" milk in a human's bowl, cup or spoon.

Here's the record of Bucket's participation for your viewing pleasure, Gentle Reader.

What's interesting in this experiment is that N to the B will usually gobble up milk once he's identified it. From the pictures above, you'd expect that, wouldn't you, Gentle Reader?

Well, you're wrong. And the fact that he didn't even touched the spilled milk is telling. He usually goes for that before whatever's in the container.

Since Bucket wasn't an entirely conclusive participant, we sought one more participant and found one in Keeko Jr. Dear Keeko Jr. is much like Parmer Dude--very food-motivated. He's the first one to make it to the food bowls when one of us goes out to feed our brood of moochers, even if he was still lingering by the shed in the far corner of the backyard when the person avec food arrived on the porch. And Keeko Jr. is very much like the human males at Chez Boeckman-Walker: He'll eat just about anything.

So we put the bowl before Keeko Jr. and waited inside with baited breath (and some of us with green-tinted tongues).

Keeko Jr. obliged by ducking his head into the bowl and seeming to go for the bait.

But then...well, this happened:
That's one disgruntled, disgusted, disappointed pussy cat. Keeko and the Cap'n ain't makin' it happen.