Bath bomb notes
2/10/2017
The sadistic bather came again this evening and took yet another of our fellow companions out of the plastic, watertight cell of captivity that serves as our 'home'. We are all paralyzed with fear, silently anticipating with dread the muted, tortuously fizzing screams that will soon pierce through the translucent walls imprisoning us so aridly- the screams of our hapless friend so callously tossed into the hot, watery cauldron of destruction. Oh, that we had never been formed!
2/11/2017
The unthinkable has happened this evening. A few droplets of water from the hideous cauldron of destruction have entered into our cleverly designed dungeon at hand of our sadistic keeper. It seems it is not enough for her to observe with evil glee the quick and dramatic death throes of our piteous companions one by one. It has now entered into her cruel heart to torture all of us together with a much slower and painful death. It won't be long now........ Uh oh, I think I can feel myself starting to fizz a little.....oh no! And..... so it....begins..... Arghhhh!.....can't.... write..... anymore.....fizzing a little again..... too..... painful..... I'm beginning to melt....bit by...bit .....by bit....What a wooooorrrrld!!!!!!!.....
