"Mom, can we grow those crystals from our kit?" my son asked.
It had only been a year since we got the crystal-growing thing. He's been wanting to do it for a very long time. I've been putting it off because I had a funny feeling it was going to turn out to be a catastrophic mess.
I sighed. "Okay," I said. I guess I couldn't put it off anymore.
I reluctantly pulled out an old pot, and opened the box with all of the crystal growing powders. I read the directions. There were a lot of warnings about not getting anything on your skin. The directions said that no kid under 12 should attempt to use the kit. (Personally, I think nobody at all should attempt to use it.)
I mixed and weighed the powders (yes, I actually had to get out a kitchen scale). I measured the water and boiled it. I scrounged around the backyard and found a flat rock that met the specified proportions in the directions. Then I went into the basement and set up the crystal growing lab. I was ready.
After I boiled the water and mixed the powder, I transported the concoction to the basement. I poured the mixture into the crystal-growing molds.
Do you know what happened?
The darn mold leaked! There was a crack, or something, in it. Shocking pink liquid started oozing all over the floor. I had a plastic cover, in case of spillage, but even that couldn't contain it. I frantically searched for paper towels to clean the mess.
So now, ladies and gentlemen, my basement floor has a lovely pink stain on it. The good news, is that we were growing rubies. Maybe we'll have a ruby-covered floor. Oh, and did I mention I got some on my fingers? Maybe I'll sprout some rubies, too.