That right there brought back a Bad Memory from my mis-spent childhood.
At the advance cartridge collector age of 8 or 9, I spent most of an hour after school setting in my dads easy chair.
Pulling all the bullets out of my meager cartridge collection with a pair of pliers.
Stuff like .45 Colt, 25-20 WCF, 38-40 WCF, and 45-70 loads I had scrounged up here and there.
And dumping all the black & smokeless powder in my dads big ashtray.
Unfortunately, I forgot to dump it out before dad came in from feeding cattle and setting down to watch the evening news.
Yep!
You guessed it!
He went to put out his Camel in his ashtray.
And it went all down hill from there.
For him, and me!!
He recovered nicely after growing new skin and hair on his hand.
And I was able to set down again after only a few days.
Also unfortunately, mom never was quite the same toward my harmless cartridge collection interest.
After I burnt dads hand all crispy, almost set her living room rug on fire, and stunk up the house for days with BP smoke and burning skin & hair!
It was real tense there at home for a while I tell Ya!
My advice is,
Don't Do That with the ashtray thing!!
It ain't funny at all, if you use enough powder!
rc