By the time that 9volts showed up, I was actually old enough to know better. However, when I was about 7 or 8, in the process of taking apart the flashlight that I found on the boot shelf, I discovered that the batteries had leaked an extruded this interesting-looking brown/copper-colored material. This required a taste, which resulted in my rushing into the kitchen where Mom was doing dishes, hipping her out of the way, running a glass of water, and repeatedly rinsing my mouth and then spitting the water all over the dishes in the drying rack in the other side of the double sink.
