Butterscotch candies

I love how the most random things can elicit very specific memories. I got my hair cut the other day, and as I was paying I glanced over at the candy bowl to see one of these little guys:
Butterscotch candies will forever remind me of being a little girl and visiting my dad at his office. When he worked for the Florida Department of Natural Resources, he had a secretary that always had a little glass bowl full of these sitting on her desk. I would eat about 27 of them every time I visited.

That memory is followed closely by the one of his weird co-worker who kept jars of dead animals he found lined up on the window sill behind his desk.