We found a box of Russian chocolate hidden back in a kitchen cabinet as we cleaned the new house yesterday.
Obviously, a Russian immigrant mother who kept her chocolate hidden from the kids lived there.
(Though, I always get caught when I try to stash chocolate. The children can be asleep for hours and still hear the paper tearing three rooms away. I try to hide it, but they smell it on my breath and then beg to share. Someday they'll grow up, move away, and I'll have all the chocolate to myself.)