And so she was stuck

Kim remembers the hammer she had set on the table when she was hanging pictures on the wall yesterday but it is just out of her reach. She then gets an idea- she takes off her shirt and gets it to catch on the hammer and pulls it off the table toward her. The hammer falls with a loud -thud- right on her left foot, but the now-hardened goo does not budge and the hammer simply bounces off. Kim barely even felt the vibration through the goo and it did not even chip. This stuff is harder than rock. She manages to force the back of the hammer under her toes (the rock-hard goo is at least a half-centimetre thick underneath, too). After putting all of her meager weight on the hammer, she hears a crack and falls over, her feet no longer attahed to the floor. Or so she thought. She looks down and finds she pulled up a sliver of the wood floor now permanently fused to her feet by the hard goo.