Little did Aunt Bea know that when she stole a slip of the plant she saw in the back of the church, it would turn into a jigsaw plant. She finds pieces of a jigsaw puzzle daily on her table and floor. None of the pieces fit together thus far and it is keeping her up at night. Aunt Bea is starting to taking a bit of the drink to calm her nerves but it is not helping much. Its not easy when you commit mortal sins. Confession is the answer. Thou shall not steal bites.