I was reminded in one of the chats here of a time in the 1960s when my younger sister thought half a popsicle would save for later in the under-chair storage area of her school desk. I was called in to clean up the sticky puddle. Hot New Orleans almost-summers in a school without air conditioning gave that poor popsicle no chance! (Unlike the time I visited a family in Denver that was storing boxes of ice cream on their porch in winter!)