Stupid cookies: the most obvious bait or my road to perdition (part 1)

Sitting at the bottom of a hole, by my own decision because it was a good place to... (emmm) read under the moonlight (it was a trap that I couldn't evade, I', in a stupid traphole, ok?) and while I tried to confort my injured shoulder, I was thinking about that quote of "keep your friends close, but your enemies closer", how much do we get to know our most closest persons? (or in this case not so close, the distance counts here), how much vital information was disclosed? (should I be scared?) Ha! and the worse its... that, there was no need of physical or psychological torture this time. But seriously, who puts something like this (a bag of cookies) in the middle of the road? actually, who built traps like this nowdays? (and some people told me that I always liked to waste my free time...)
Despite the fact that I ate almost all the cookies (who cares if it were poisoned by now?) - I saved a few for the rescue team, they deserve to die if they don't show on time - I won't recognize it worth it, nehhh, not even my favourite brand of cookies. I just wish that... it was not raining... :(
To the person that (maybe) find this note along with my corpse: "you are not late for revenge me!!" here's my lastes 5 bucks ($ 4.35 actually, I know its not much, so use it wisely) and I'm attaching the info of the guilty one that must be punished, the justice... will be on my side, I know

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lol kiddo, you know that I am just kidding, right? :3