I have to admit, when everyone on the news was yelling about the “bath salts” attacks a few weeks ago I had no idea what they were talking about. How could something so benign that added a little scented fizz to your “me” time bath suddenly create the urge in oneself to chew on another human being while feeling no ill effects from pepper spray, tasers and the occasional bullet? And why the heck would anyone want to ingest them? What brainiac decided THATwas a good idea?
Silly me – I had to do a little research. It’s the coined name of a certain group of synthetic designer drugs that all of the crazies are getting their hands on these days. Turns out, my “Fizzy O’Therapy™” and “Fairy Jasmine™” bath bombs aren’t going to turn me into a flesh eating zombie lunatic after all (Yay!). Still, I kind of thought that the innocence of a 1950′s housewife hawking the stuff would make a funny editorial piece. Enjoy!