They look harmless- a pile of inanimate, wee beads- so colorful, so engrossing. Like a steamy cup of Starbucks on an onerous morning, they beckon you, flirt with you, demand your undivided attention. No matter how stalwart your vow to absolutely NOT spend one more penny on beads, you cannot walk away. You cannot hide. You cannot prevent what happens next. At least, that's what I tell myself. It is my one consolation.