When I was really young and really bored, I’d climb up on the kitchen counter and rifle through the kitchen cabinets. I wasn’t really looking for anything. I just wanted something to distract myself for a while. If my parents were keeping their diabetes testing supplies up there, I’d break them open and make little men out of the test strips and pretend the testing monitors were alien spacecraft designed to look like insects. Yes, I was perfectly aware that glucose monitors do not look like insect-like alien spacecraft, but I had an overactive mind and imagination. I was building men out of diabetes test strips for crying out loud. The best part was when I took them with me into the bathroom and I threw them in the tub and poured shampoo all over them. I pretend it was acid and then poured water over them to explain why they shriveled up or otherwise died. When my parents found out, they’d lecture not only about climbing around on the kitchen counters, but about not going through their testing kits and then my mother always gave me one last lecture about not wasting shampoo. Not that I ever learned anything from it.