I chewed on the opener throughout the night.
Yes, I chewed on it.
It had teeth marks on it and everything.
And finally it stopped working.
And when it stopped everyone cheered and I said, "And now I'm sad."
I was. I didn't realize at first but something suddenly irked me. It was a cheap little toy that was going to fall apart and die soon enough, but I intentionally brought that about because I was being silly, or macho, or just plain,
It was alive in its only little inanimate object way. It made noise. I purposely ended that non-life for no reason and that was bothering the crap out of me.
Today I took it into the basement, pulled it apart, re-sodered a connection and now it works fine. I put a piece of tape over the speaker to keep the noise down a little.
But I did fix it.
P'raps because I was wasting something. Throwing away the resources that took to make it. Or maybe that harsh lesson I learned so long ago when you don't take care of your toys.
I feel better now that it works again.
What a lesson in a tiny little toy that more than likely has a significant elevated lead base in it! A lesson for me in an unexpected place.