Good Lord, she dipped her hand into it? Has she never seen The Blob--and that poor bastard only poked it with a stick. In my rule book, clearly stated on page 32., it reads, never dip hands into mysterious goo even if it appears fluffy friendly and playful like pureed cheese puffs. If only she'd had my book. My prayers are with Swan, and with what's left, conceivably, of her dissolving corpus.