Aunt Martha: For a gallon of elderberry wine, I take one teaspoon full of arsenic, then add half a teaspoon full of strychnine, and then just a pinch of cyanide.
Mortimer Brewster: Hmm. Should have quite a kick.
Adair, Jean, and Cary Grant, perf. Arsenic and Old Lace. Dir. Capra Frank. 1944. Warner Bros. Pictures.
TIME: 4:24 PM
PLACE: Front Porch
SUBJECT: Vintage Snarol box
I had spied this box of Snarol meal about a year and a-half ago at a local antique store and fell in love with the graphics. I’m an odd one, I know. It was in the bargain basement where everything was 1/2 of the marked price. Even so, I couldn’t justify spending $20 on a vintage box of metaldehyde-arsenical bait. This past November, the owner of the shop told me that he was getting rid of the 1/2 price basement in order to be able to rent the space out to dealers; he’d give me a good deal on the box. Things got busy and I never went back to take him up on the offer. SD had a birthday party at the movie theater downtown today, and while waiting, I decided to check out the store to see if the box was still there. It was and I was able to buy it for only $8. And you know what? It had never been opened. What could one do with all of that arsenical goodness…hmmmm…do you think HH would get suspicious if I started insisting he eat a powdered-sugar donut every morning for breakfast? (I’m kidding of course!). *Sigh* Now, I need to find out when the next hazardous waste collection is happening in my area, so I can dispose of the contents properly. I’m keeping the damn box though.
PLACE: Front Porch
SUBJECT: Vintage Snarol box
I had spied this box of Snarol meal about a year and a-half ago at a local antique store and fell in love with the graphics. I’m an odd one, I know. It was in the bargain basement where everything was 1/2 of the marked price. Even so, I couldn’t justify spending $20 on a vintage box of metaldehyde-arsenical bait. This past November, the owner of the shop told me that he was getting rid of the 1/2 price basement in order to be able to rent the space out to dealers; he’d give me a good deal on the box. Things got busy and I never went back to take him up on the offer. SD had a birthday party at the movie theater downtown today, and while waiting, I decided to check out the store to see if the box was still there. It was and I was able to buy it for only $8. And you know what? It had never been opened. What could one do with all of that arsenical goodness…hmmmm…do you think HH would get suspicious if I started insisting he eat a powdered-sugar donut every morning for breakfast? (I’m kidding of course!). *Sigh* Now, I need to find out when the next hazardous waste collection is happening in my area, so I can dispose of the contents properly. I’m keeping the damn box though.
