As hinted at, I had not yet met the man who was to be my father-in-law until '92. I think Timmy lost his bits in '88. I would have been fourteen and, short of the TARDIS I have on back-order, "this day and age" just has to stay right when it is. (Coincidentally, I had an English teacher that year that thought "this day and age" was a solid writing tool, so it does kind of tie this whole ball temporally together.)
I was not discussing the rubber-banding of balls, anyway. I was speaking of those balls on the pillow afterward - and I can't very well go talking about someone leaving his nuts on another someone's pillow without mentioning how those nuts came to be separated from his cat-ness in the first place, now can I? No, clearly I can not. I am disappointed in this thread for ignoring the dwarf-like justice carried out by my old friend Timmy.
And I can't be sure that I'd rather get a pair of fun-pliers right now, or a bit of numb for a fortnight. (I studied pre-vet at Utah State U for about three semesters, because Mom thought I'd make a good vet. *shrug* Nothing about those pliers resembled fun. Excruciating Fun, perhaps, but not the fun you or I would generally like to have. "Hey there boy - here's an apple *crunchx2* see? All's well, yer just a little bit lighter. Good it."
As a side note, the mountains west of Cedar City, Utah, are not near anything called metro. He ran solar power before it was cool, and had a car in Japan in ~'76 that ran on soy oil. (Before it was cool translates to not quite feasible. I swear his house was out of power 40% of the time, and an LED clock would drive him nuts if left on. (Yet he had no mechanical clocks.))
[Okay, really I was talking about mousers - I added an anecdote about a cat I knew that, ^, and here we are. This is Bay12. Enjoy. Clearly I do.]