Today, I found myself in the grips of passionate, irrational anger to the point of wanting to destroy things. Because of a toy. You see, this toy is not just any toy that makes me hate being alive. Usually, toys that sing songs (gag), do dances, or make giant slimy messes are the toys that I hate most. Hence my status as Grinch of the century. I especially detest slime. UGH. bleh! Messy! I can handle arts and crafts, but stickers get me mad too because no matter how carefully I police them, I >will< find a sticker in the dog's Floof later that day. Play-Doh and slime are toys for playing outside. Someday I will get us a plastic picnic table so that those toys can be played with more often, but that involves money, and, well... I don't have any of that right now. But THIS toy! It starts out looking like a generically-shaped fuzzy thing. The player's job is to pull out each strand of fuzz, ONE. BY. ONE., to reveal wha...