(OK, a lot of people have asked. Basically, every Friday everyone who wants to is invited to drop three minutes of verbiage in the comments. Easy.) ;)
I'm gonna put it in the mail and that's that. No stress. The USPS has bigger fish to fry. You said you wanted your pound of flesh, so it's coming. I apologize if the package drips a bit. I did put it in several freezer bags. But those things never work.
I wish we could have found a simpler solution. But, then again, I'm still trying to stop the bleeding and running out of time.
You'll have it soon. The post office doesn't fuck around. I have to figure out what I'm going to say when they ask if there is anything hazardous in the package. It doesn't seem like something dangerous to me, but that sucker fucked you up. Now you can call me heartless and I won't even mind. Ain't it grand?