Sozlet went to the dentist recently and a "prize" (you know, the "getting through the appointment without screaming or making a nuisance of yourself" prize) was a little plastic egg filled with either Floam or something remarkably Floam-like. It was less evil than I expected. It was kind of cool.
So, when we went shopping today and there was a tub of the real-deal Floam sitting there for 75% off, I decided what the heck. Buy it, see if it's pure evil.
Question answered. It's pure evil.
Sozlet tried to do the stirring thing, and made a gigantic mess everywhere. But when you touched the stuff, the livid green sea monkey vomit stuck to your fingers and would NOT release its grip. (Has anyone seen that Spongebob episode about the crud? You touch someone, it immediately jumps on to them and spreads all over... that kind of thing. It was
aggressive!.)
No amount of stirring seemed to change its composition from pure evil to slightly less evil, much less anywhere approaching cool.
So I banished it.
Sozlet didn't argue much, having just been locked in a pitched battle with the stuff for about half an hour. She knew it was not a battle she could win.
First, I had to try to rescue the spoons. As I was muttering about the evilness of Floam and trying to keep it from spreading itself all over me, my kitchen, my house, my neighborhood, the world, sozlet wrote the above.
We're in full agreement.
Evil.