It got stuck in my hair and tangled as I was relaxing, and it was uncomfortable. I was also getting snuggled. I did not wish the hair ornament to become a danger to my snuggler, so I removed it.
"It's stuck in my hair!" I grumbled, and poked about to dislodge strands of hair from the end, and then pulled the hair stick all the way out.
Mr. Shallow was taken very much aback. He had only seen the tip of it, a bone-white piece smaller than the first joint of his thumb. He was not anticipating that I would have a six-inch SPIKE concealed in my lovely long dark hair.
I was good, and only snickered a little at his discomfort.