My kids love toys that glow in the dark. But because I love bright light and normally keep all the windows wide open and the lamps on, if they want to enjoy some glow-in-the-dark fun, we need to all crowd into the one tiny windowless bathroom in the basement and close the door.
Normally all goes well, except for the one time I made the glow-in-the-dark toy jump at the kids while using my deepest spooky voice. Then you’ve got little people screaming and trying to run in a tiny dark bathroom where the adult is trying to get out of the way – but is actually just blocking the door and hoping that no one gets hurt and tells Mom what happened.
Sometimes glow-in-the-dark just makes things worse.