This morning before entering the shower, I picked up all the tiny bits of soap, tossed them and then pulled out a brand new bar. Everything was going great till I put it back on our shower shelf, or so I thought, cause the next moment it slid right off and then fell to the ground in an upward movement towards the back of the tub and then came back down in "ramming speed" mode and collided right into my ankle bone. OUCH!!!!!! I thought someone took a bowling bowl and throw it into me, but no, only my little bar of soap. I did not know what a weapon it could be. The next time we have a prowler, Ed will be grabbing the bat and I will be grabbing a bar of soap.