My wife, about a month ago or so ago, pointed toward the heavy supply and said “Why did you get so much?” On some level I guess I intuitively knew where things were going. Can you imagine what our lives may have been like if I hadn’t been quite so eager to get a good supply? I remember as a kid being told, when we were in a wooded area, that we could use leaves. I don’t think I ever had to do that. But now thinking about that concept, I’m not quite sure how one would deal with such a challenge. Perhaps a moist cloth that you could rinse out? I’m glad we’ve never had to find out.