What with the house remodel and all, my bed has been set up on the lawn, quaintly made up in full form. At approximately 9:45 p.m. last night, my mother and I were repositioning it to my preferred location. A rustle in the bushes; a barking dog; a raised tail. Is there any other ending possible? But hark! Before you entertain visions of a tub full of tomato juice (who has more than 16 oz. of tomato juice on hand, anyway?), let me explain the many merits of hydrogen peroxide.