This is a continuous thing I'm STILL doing! Aargh!
My sweetie drove down here and "kidnapped" me to visit her at her place in GA, back in March. I took the revolver with me, but didn't trust the aged Daddy, or any burglars who might happen by, with the Star PD, so I took it apart and hid the barrel. (Maybe, in the garage somewhere?)
Well, a one-week trip turned into a one-month trip, mostly because we both caught some kind of horrible flu or something. It was bad. At one point I was running at about 105 degrees F and talking funny. Sweetie had to drag me to the bathtub and submerge me in cold water.
I think it's true what some people say, that every time you get the flu, a little bit of your brain dies. (Some kind of auto-immune thing or something?)
For whatever reason, I CAN'T remember where I put the barrel! Sometimes, late at night, when having trouble sleeping anyway, I think of that hollow piece of steel just rusting away and providing a comfy habitat for a black widow spider, or a fly pupa, or something. Double Aaargh!