This morning, I saw my package car stuffed floor to ceiling, with 50 smalls sitting outside waiting to be tossed in, with half of the route being foreign to me.
I recalled Gandalf's line to the fellowship after they first heard the Balrog stirring in the deep. "Your swords are of no use here. This foe is beyond any of you. Run!!"
Another guy took it out, I ran some air, and I'm home for lunch.