I had politely not mentioned my strange nocturnal company to my forgetful friend previously, but I thought I should now.
A phonecall to a young boy gave me the instructions... get those squeezy things for eyebrows and break the shell into little pieces.
OK, guess what was not in my hand bag? So I did this much with my longish fingernails.
I left him where he was to await expert help, but I did take out some celebratory lettuce and shared the good news with ma and pa...each one at least the size of my fist or more.