Styrofoam is a tool of the devil

[semperfiona]

I'm still shuddering in pain. All it takes is the sound of two pieces of styrofoam rubbing together. All the hairs on my arms stand up and my nerves jangle. Unpacking breakable objects is an exercise in masochism for me. I have to grit my teeth and just get it over with. Rosa opened a box that was laying on the shelf in my bedroom and threw the styrofoam packing on the floor. Then she kept grabbing them away from me and playing with them. I wanted to scream. I've still got goosebumps.