My own personal beeswax

As many of you have figured out by now, I am a librarian and work in a downtown public library. This means that every day is a unique blend of surprises; not all of them good.  It is common practice to walk around the library every so often to ensure that nothing is happening that would be unscrupulous or otherwise behaviorally unsound. On one such round today, it was discovered that a half empty can of Beeswax was sitting open on a table. This Beeswax also had a few human hairs mixed into the wax.  A coworker of mine often says the phrase "my own personal beeswax."  Today, we found someone else's own personal beeswax and it was definitely not all we wanted it to be. The owner of the beeswax never did come forward to claim his or her lost item. However, on a lighter note, the finding of the beeswax did spur a discussion on How much money would it take for you to eat one spoonful of this beeswax?  It was decided by many that there is no amount of money that could pay for such a degrading act.