In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't a big deal. As far as entertainment goes, it probably wasn't exactly what the neighbors were expecting to hear.
"AUGH! MY KOOL-AID EXPLODED!!"
Let's backtrack a bit.
All I wanted to do was dye some wool. Something fun and summery. So, I bought a bunch of Kool-Aid packets and prepared to experiment. Some cups, some vinegar, a little mixing; I laid out the wet wool on some plastic wrap and proceeded to dribble and squish my fruity-fresh (yet sugar-free) dye to my heart's content.
Okay so far.
Some tucking, some folding, and I had a neat little package to pop in the microwave. Four minutes on the timer, and I walk out of the room. This is where the Slaughterhouse Decor comes in.
See, when you are fairly broke, you buy cheap stuff. Generic macaroni, store brand shampoo, and... discount plastic wrap. You know the kind. It sticks to everything but the bowl. It gets all caught up in itself unless you happen to WANT it to stick to itself, such as when you make a nice, neat little package of wool to be dyed.
Doom was approaching in five... four... three...
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE @#$%!!!"
I wanted to dye wool. My kitchen looked like something had died, all right. I came back in to find drips, splashes, and puddles of dark red all over the floor. All down the front of the cabinet. A bloody red waterfall leaking from the @#$% MICROWAVE?!.
Dear God, the Kool-Aid exploded.
HOW does one cup of black cherry Kool-Aid become a gallon of gore all over my kitchen? WHY did only the cherry flavor erupt while the pink lemonade was perfectly content to be nuked in one place?
I may never drink Kool-Aid again. Can you imagine?
"Hey, lookin' puffy today. What's up?"
"Oh, I drank a bunch of Kool-Aid and now I'm all bloated. I think I might..."
"Ewwwww! And I just washed this shirt!"
On the plus side, the wool is really pretty...