I realize that this is a sample size of a much larger can newly available in supermarkets. For some reason, though, this fist-sized can of Crisco Spray is the most disturbing product I’ve received in the mail all year. Gavin B., who sits next to me, said it looked like mace, so I threw it in my bag and carried it around with me last night. Despite knowing that I could instantly lubricate attackers without exposing them to trans fats, it did not make me feel any safer.