Keyboard Krumbs

So the heel starts coming apart on my favorite dress shoes and I get out the Gorilla Glue. Twelve-year-old Zack walks in and gapes at me, launching into a rant about my reckless disregard for the earth and its creatures. What are you talking about, I ask. Gorilla Glue dad? Gorilla Glue! What’s wrong with you —you’re using glue made from gorillas? Aren’t they endangered? I turn the bottle around and show him that “gorillas” are not listed on the ingredients. He’s not satisfied, so I go to the internet and find the technical data. Plenty of Diphenylmethane-diisocyanate, but no gorillas. My shoe is fixed, but if I develop foot cancer someday, please remember that I documented the use of this hazardous product on my blog. And that I did my part to save the gorillas.