We’re laying in bed watching Family Guy.
me: Ouch!
him: Muh?
me: There’s some-ow-thing poking me in the toe!
him: What is it?
me: I don’t know. It’s poking my toe. At the end of the bed.
I crawl down and carefully pat down the sheets in case it’s a steak knife, porcupine, broken vodka bottle, dog whisker…
him: well, whatsit?
me: I dunno yet… um, it’s… sticky…
him: Sticky?
me: yeah, it’s like gum.
him, defensive: I don’t chew gum!
me: I didn’t say it WAS gum. It’s… it’s (sniff sniff) a starburst.
him: Oh. That may be mine.
please, stop bouncing 
just one more reason that starburst and all those other yucky candies are tier 5 material. nerds, skittles, starburst–they are all icky to me.
hope you didn’t sustain any serious wounds from the starburst. 🙂