Trim Candle Wick

I waited for what seemed like ages for enough of the bath bomb to melt away into the water for my ring to pop up in it's tiny, clear, but fogged up, capsule. Trying to open the capsule seemed impossible. At first, I assumed it was because my hands were wet, obviously, they had been sitting in the bath the whole time. After drying them, it didn't make opening the tiny little capsule, fit for only the Hulk to open, any easier. One side was slightly open, but would close as soon as I made any movements to my hand, talk about annoying. Eventually, I had to get out of the bath, almost slipping and breaking my neck with wet feet on a tile floor, and found a pair of scissors to help me pry the stupid thing open. I could tell immediately by the fact that the jewels could move and spin that I definitely did not have a $10,000 ring, but I didn't care; it was still cute! Will it turn my finger green if I wear it a lot? Probably, but oh well. Next, I knew I had to check out how much th...