Red Dust Hazard

A fiery red snack bag was sitting wide open on the kitchen counter, practically daring me to take the plunge! I sprinted across the polished marble, vaulted onto a cutting board, and reached right into the crinkly foil depths. Out came a knobby, neon-crimson curled puff caked in blistering powder. I took a confident, massive bite. Big mistake! A fiery shockwave hit my tongue like instant lava! My eyes went wide, and I scrambled backward across the counter, frantically knocking over a paper napkin and lunging headfirst into an ice cube tray left out to thaw. Speed couldn't outrun that heat!