Years ago, after a divorce, i moved into a small ground-floor condo, where i felt i only needed to worry about fire or theft. So, after some thought, i decided to store my collectibles in an old beat-up cardboard box on the floor in a bedroom closet where i could grab it fast and run in the event of a fire. Some months later, i awoke to the sound of trickling water around four AM, and found three inches worth had flooded the entire apartment from a blocked storm drain. In a panic, i saw that the bottom part of the storage box was already soaked. Fortunately, i had thought to line the inside of the box with several layers of heavy plastic, which saved the contents. But, i was seriously annoyed that the possibility of such a sneaky and fast-moving threat had not occurred to me.
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