Oh how I loved to make Creepy Crawlers! Molten Plastigoop that glowed in the dark and would leave permanent burn scars when flung at your friend in anger. Back when I was a kid, toys were exciting because we knew that they could kill us, or at least hurt us really badly! An open hot plate heated to 310 degrees for crying out loud! And of course, we fired this thing up right on the flammable newspaper spread out on my bedroom floor, door closed, parental supervision the farthest thing from our minds. Then we would run outside for an improvised game with the Lawn Darts that involved flinging them straight up in the air as high as possible, and seeing who was bravest by letting the “missile of death” land as close to you as possible. Man, those were the days…
