I don’t make these anymore, and when we did, had to ask someone with better nerves to open them. But I had a friend who had a great story about the canned biscuits. She went shopping and was waiting in the car, for her husband to finish shopping at a different store. Got sleepy, leaned her seat way back and went to sleep. Windows down, and it’s hot here. She wakes to a loud pop, thinks it’s a gunshot - feels her head, it’s all gooey, she thinks she has been shot and is in so much shock she has no pain. It was the biscuits. They exploded and got in her hair.