I've waken up from a dead sleep thinking that I didn't put the meat away in the freezer after I got home from the grocery store. I search my brain for any inkling of a memory of doing it and can't find any. So, I creep out of bed, hoping I don't wake DH, and go into the kitchen. I'm expecting to see a bloody mess on the counter and nothing's there. I open the freezer and there is the meat, neatly separated and stacked.

How did it get there and who did it?