Styrofoam Peanuts

by Hannah the Zebra

Packing peanuts! Aaarrrggghhh. My mom sent me a box of items she didn’t have room for in her smaller apartment. There weren’t that many items in the box, but several were breakable, so they had to be packaged with  lot of space and cushioning between.  They were items that had meaning: my grandmother’s white cream pitcher with a lovely gold rim, some Japanese lacquer soup bowls she had purchased during the 2 years we lived in Asia. They were all items that held memories, and ones that I didn’t want to have just given away. My mom had them professionally packed, and the packer chose to wrap each item in bubble wrap and then fill the space between items with styrofoam peanuts. The box was large: 20″x20″x20″. If I put it on the dining room table, I could barely see into it. If I put it on the coffee table, I couldn’t bend over it. So, I put it on the floor. It was difficult to bend over the box to retrieve each item, and that was compounded by the fact that static electricity caused both the bubble wrapped items and my hands and arms to emerge from the box covered with the white peanuts. And I couldn’t just brush them off; they would just jump to another area on the bubble wrap or my arm. By the time I was done unpacking, there not only were hundreds of peanuts left in the box that I was now going to need to transfer to some sort of bag in order to place them in our recycle bin, but they were all over the floor, despite my best efforts. And, of course, still on my hands and arms. My body ached all over with fibromyalgia pain from the hunched over posture I’d had to maintain, and my blood sugar by then was low. I thus had lost all my patience, was ready to scream, and couldn’t even contemplate getting all the wayward peanuts into the trash. It’s not that I wasn’t appreciative of the items which were lovingly sent. It’s just that couldn’t the packers have found something to fill the box with other than styrofoam peanuts?????? Just saying’……………