My answer: I've switched to no wings. It's less of a mess. My eyesight has changed so much that sometimes it's hard for me to see where to remove those tape thingies off the wings, so I decided for that reason alone to go wingless. Also, It's less trash and less fuss trying to wrap it around just right. I've grown more irritable these past few years, so the fewer steps and stress, the better.

I'm not sure if I'm trying to be funny, but I'm also serious. I can't deal with the wings anymore. I miss my youth. (Soon, I'll be approaching the change of life and will have to deal with that, too - that is, if I'm not already perimenopausal.)