I've just sent this to a friend and it seemed a waste not to also post it here:
He slithered and struggled and slid, until he found a weakness in the suffocating plastic that confined him and hindered his every movement. A brief contortion and the folds of plastic fell away; light and freedom beckoned, and a terrifying plan of revenge began to take shape in his mind.
To be continued...
In conclusion, I'll confess that we had a splendid family lunch today, of octopus stew with spaghetti.