Somebody brought a sack of malted milk balls into the office. Since I love malted milk balls, I filched a couple of bags and set about devouring them at my desk. Since I am a decent touch-typist, there was no need to look down at the morsels to grab one and pop it into my greedy mouth. With my supply of sucrose at hand, I entered autopilot mode and started going though the morning’s Jira tickets.

Unfortunately, I also keep an old roller mouse ball on my desk next to my keyboard. It also happened to be right next to the open bag of malt balls. I think you can figure out what happened next.

The funny thing is, it actually took a few seconds of chewing the mouse ball before it dawned on me that malted milk balls were not supposed to be so extraordinarily resilient.