This clip starts off peacefully enough. Just scenes of pretty balloons lying about my kitchen bringing joy and cheer to anyone walking thru. But my joy that afternoon was not found in looking at the balloons tied to my counters and floating on the floors.

Oh no. I found my contentment in cleaning up. In walking through the kitchen with a long, sharp needle and bursting them where they were tied helplessly awaiting their fate. I even cruelly wrapped a boa of some of these Belbal 14” balloons around me before I brought them to a merciless end.