A disaster has occurred.

While clearing up the latest puddle of affection from The Cat I split the marigolds. And these weren't even mine. Their size indicates that they were designed with the feminine form in mind rather than my huge fists.

Plus, I must confess to feeling a little uncomfortable slipping on someone else's latex garments. I've yet to achieve the level of debauchery that will allow me to make use of another's kitchenware without guilt.

So, its off to the store for some new ones.

And yes, they will be yellow.