Fataach.

That’s it. I hate elastics. They keep stretching and the more they stretch the more you want to stretch it, just to see how much more they would elongate. And without warning they snap. They are horrible sly things that keep egging you to stretch them as much as you want to, lulling you into a false sense of security, reassuring and setting all your apprehensions to rest, falsely promising to yield, and suddenly snap! Without warning, just like that. And they usually pinch your skin, as if the shock wasn’t enough. Horrible things, elastics.