I have this collection of light bulbs that need to be recycled. Best to condense, right?! I have on my clear wedge heels and start to roll them around on the time floor. You can hear how hollow the bulbs are. One by one, and then two at a time, I step on the bulbs, crushing their innocence. There is just something about the anticipation of the POP when the bulbs shatters. I step on the broken pieces and get satisfaction from the crunching sounds coming from beneath my wedges. You can see how I have crushed and stomped the glass pieces into a fine powdery residue, leaving a mess underneath my f... Show more