Hi Sarah
I'm a costumer... I have things like boxes of feather boas all around. There is a story, though. Dino used up my lighter (hmmmm) and I was forced to hunt for matches. I dug up a matchbook that had an ad on it for a now defunct theatre that used to operate around here years ago. Funny thing was, I had been talking about the woman who ran it just the day before, and I am ashamed to say that I spoke unflatteringly. When I struck the match, the head flew off and into the box of boas. Whoosh! Somehow I felt like "she got me" for talking trash.
I'm glad you only "thought about" the antabuse thing.
Hugs!
Smoke