Long ago, in land far, far away, in a quaint little rental house, lived a goatmother. Okay, maybe she wasn't a goatmother back then, but that is irrelevant. Anyway, in this quaint little house was a quaint little bathroom with a shelf over the tub. Now the quaint little house didn't have a lot of storage, so one was required to take advantage of any space available. One day the future goatmother took a bath in the quaint little tub. When she finished, the goatmother, who was really quite blind without her glasses even back then, reached up for the can of spray deodorant. She applied it liberally, finding as she returned the can to the shelf, that it read WD-40.
Now, then. Years prior to this event, the cleanser 'Comet' came on the market. The goatmother's aunt, reading of the product's wondrous cleaning abilities, decided it would be just the thing to get that smile really bright!. She tried it. Let us just say, the results were less than expected. Or more, depending on how you look at it, but the goatmother's aunt was too embarrassed to go to the doctor and tell him what she had done. It did actually turn out all right. Eventually.
So by now you are thinking, what do these two, seemingly unrelated stories, have to do with anything. There is certainly nothing 'wise' in them. But here, my friends, you would be wrong, because these two stories lead me to today's invaluable words of wisdom: Due caution is advised when dealing with anyone even remotely related to the goatmother's gene pool. 'Runs with scissors' comes to mind. Oy.