The Trapped Coil

Stalking the dim crevice between the sofa cushions... *sss!* Wedged deep in the fabric valley sits a dense, coiled metal hair scrunchie! A stiff telephone-cord spiral of hard red plastic, trapped around loose threads. Webbed ring mocking me in the shadows? Never! I drove both sharp claws into the hollow core, wrenching the tight loops outward. *Hiss!* It stretched, resisting with stubborn plastic memory, biting back against my knuckles! I planted both feet into the textured woven cushion and pulled with full fury—*THWUNG!* The stubborn spiral snapped overextended into a warped, crooked zigzag, flinging loose lint across the upholstery! Conquered!