Not to make ya sick...but the next “FIND” was when my brother found my mothers diaphragm and put it over his mouth and was trying to blow it up like a balloon.......
Ther lession to be learned here was......hire a babysitter younger than 60, and one that actually watches kids and not the Art Linkletter program :-)
My next door neighbor, Mike Roe, tried to get my brother and me to bow up those things and by then, we knew it would not be good, so when we refused, he relented and told us what they were for.
He bolted out of the car as I picked it up and started to unfurl to blow it up, thinking it was a balloon. He grabbed it, put it in the trash bin, told me NOT TO TOUCH MY FACE OR ANYTHING, and marched me inside the library to the mens room, to scrub my hands with that dispenser powder and steaming hot water. He also found some bleach and poured that on my hands.
I smelled like a swimming pool for the rest of the evening and everyone was staring at me until he came to get me a while later. He didn't get into any 'details' on the ride home, but warned me about picking strange things up from then on. I didn't.
Laughing too had to respond...