I can remember while growing up the sudden appearance of weird stuff & potions in the bathrooms in our house as my sisters hit their teens. Endless bottles, jugs, sprays, and every available surface littered with obvious torture implements to be used on little people and midgets. Worse than the deluge of crap was the fact that they would lay siege to both bathrooms (one in each) and remain in them for hours. Our dad (God bless him) finally sentenced them to a single bathroom, but as with noxious weeds everywher, they crept back into the “boys’” bathroom, and by my senior year in high school were infesting our closets. My little brother & I still refer to those as the “years of the plagues”.