After pushing aside canned peaches and soup, he found an old jar of peanut butter. Thick. Salty. Strong-smelling. He remembered Marlene once saying pigs loved it. He wasn’t sure if it was true, but it was worth a shot.
Raymond grabbed the jar, a spoon, and an old aluminum pie tin. He smeared a hefty glob into the center of the dish, its scent already wafting into the warm kitchen air. Maybe, just maybe, it would follow the smell to shelter.