Waxing Eloquent

There was a moment of excitement last night. I was endeavoring for the first time ever to wax my daughter's legs when I dropped the popsicle stick with hot wax. . . right on the dog's tail, which he began to wag. I grabbed for his tail with my sticky fingers, which terrified him so he tried to run. I held onto the tail as I grabbed the scissors and chopped off a few inches of tail which promptly stuck to my fingers. What's the moral of this story? A hair-brained idea soon turns to scatter-brained at the drop of a stick.