My family has owned a summer cabin in Maine for many years. In each of the bedrooms there was -- and still is -- an ample supply of wire clothes hangers. Sometime in the early 1960s, when my brother was a teenager, he carefully unwound one of the wire hangers, linked it with another, identical one, and re-wound it again, so the two couldn't be separated. He did a really good job of it, too -- you couldn't see anything amiss. Every year, when we arrived at the beginning of the summer, one of us would get caught by it. I think he probably moved it around to various bedrooms, and it got us every time. We'd reach for a hanger, get two, and try to separate them, ending up yanking at them and still having no success. A simple thing, but oddly effective...

Nancy