Floating Teabag in my Tea

I'd thought of this last night, when I came back from Alliance Français and I had some tea. It was a different kind of teabag - usually I just use Yellow Label tea - it was rounded! and in my tea (I was talking to Marina at the time on the phone) it was FLOATING . . . with SUCH a huge bubble up top that I COULD NOT KILL. I was dabbing at it this way and that, but it was a survivor.
Well . . . no, actually. I just needed to push it to the bottom, and that pretty much killed the bubble. I'd told Marina about it - called it cute. It WAS! ANYTHING could be! - and then I was like, NOOO!! It's dead! C'MON, bubble!! REVIVE yourself! Nooooo . . . .
I was just playing. It was kind of funny. This morning when I had a cup of tea, I used the same kind of teabag, and it had the bubble too. But eventually, I had to throw it into the compost bin. Seriously. It was kind of annoying. Like it was whispering, "I'm here . . . . floating to get you! And sometime, you're going to slurp me up and . . . " That kind of thing. Not really - but it WOULD suggest an overactive imagination!