My middle girl likes to play with glowsticks, so while she was in the hospital, I bought a bunch of them. The idea was to keep her mind occupied, diverted from hurting. It worked pretty well - we ended up with glue stick bracelets strung all over the rails of her bed and the doors, etc. I have one of the bracelets she made me laying on the dash of my car, where it'll stay until I die. That's her there, behind the radioactive flower.
Then her brother got into the glow sticks, so I found a place online where you can buy them by the truckload and had a few hundred in assorted colors shipped to us. Now, I have glowstick creations all over the house. I have these big, balloon sized things all over my desk. You can't walk across the floor without stepping on a glowstick. If you turn out the lights, the trashcan starts to glow. If you step outside the place and look toward the window, the place glows like a graveyard at midnight.They're really fascinating, though.
Strange people, we.
