One night last week, I decided it was a wonderful night for a bath.
I grabbed one of my Lush bath bombs with no more than a cursory sniff to make sure it wasn’t objectionable.
I honestly thought I had grabbed a Honey Bee bath bomb. I keep each one individually wrapped, to try and protect the scent somewhat, so I didn’t even take it out before hand.
I ran the bath, turned on the battery operated candles (I know, but I can never find the freaking matches when I want them), and dumped the bath bomb in.
Which promptly went WHOOOSH and I thought, “Huh. That’s not Honey Bee.”
But I was tired and didn’t want to turn the lights back on and who cares, a bath is a bath.
I didn’t even turn on the lights when I was done – I had already brushed my teeth, so I just drained the bath and went to bed.
The next morning, when I went to get ready for the day, I realized the full extent of the carnage.
The entire bathtub was full of purple glitter. It looked like I had battled and won a fight against a Twilight-esque vampire.
Definitely not a Honey Bee.