What did these poor helpless little balloons do to earn my wrath? Absolutely nothing; I just love stomping them to smithereens for the fun of it! Some get rolled around teasingly under my soles…some are squeezed between my feet until they burst…some are pierced by the sharp points of my stiletto heels…but in the end they all suffer the same fate: being left on the floor as nothing but little latex scraps for me to trample on. *mwahahahaha