Today one of my classmates from Transfer Lit Mag gave her final presentation on who she is as a writer and reader. Because she teaches science to little tykes, she brought in the necessary ingredients to make “Mad Scientist Slime.” (I’ll leave it to you literary geniuses out there to figure out what slime has to do with literature.)

I helped her pass out the little cups filled with neon yellow polyvinyl alcohol, and then I went around and poured a little blue sodium borate in, enough to turn the resulting mixture into, well, green slime.

It’s been getting all over my hands tonight, and it reminds me of The Ooze, Slimer from Ghostbusters, Odo from DS9 (even though he was that boring tan color), and the gluep the kids got to make whenever the labs where my parents work had a Family Day.

Fun stuff, but I can’t believe I stayed up this late just to play with slime. I’m expecting a miniature hand to materialize from this glop at any moment to wave at me. Now where did I put all of those fake eyeballs?