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Today sucks. I've been lugging around a literal Pandora's box, as literal as is possible, for 30 years now, and my wife finally googled what's inside. She's right, I need to get rid of it, but it ain't been easy. Spoke with a friend last night that is a chemical engineer and GC for chemical

two hazardous materials disposal companies he's worked with. But the hazmat disposal companies I've been able to reach do not service residential clients. I get that for two reasons. The first being that most private individuals don't have really hazardous materials. The second being that the

private parties that do have hazmat of the sort that I do, are likely to be running, well, meth labs for one. My stupid teenage self left me ladened with a collection of chemicals that can't touch water, or come into contact with air, or is itself an strong oxidizer that likes to sublimate. FML

Still waiting for a call from the one hazardous waste company that would put together a quote. The only other option, as I see it, is to call the local fire department's hazmat team, and tell them what I have and see what they recommend. I grew up around firefighters and I strongly suspect they'll