So I was priming some brass today. I fumbled the primer tray dumping my primers on the bench. Some fell on the floor.
I spent 15 minutes on my hands and knees with a flashlight looking for 3 primers. 3 frikken primers. All because I couldn't bear the thought of pulling another tray of 100 precious, near irreplaceable small rifle primers from my closely guarded stash.
I did manage to find the missing three primers.
Afterwards I came upstairs and was thinking, what the hell is going on that crawling round the floor for a few cents worth of primers seems entirely rational to me?
Anyone else starting to show weird symptoms like this?
I spent 15 minutes on my hands and knees with a flashlight looking for 3 primers. 3 frikken primers. All because I couldn't bear the thought of pulling another tray of 100 precious, near irreplaceable small rifle primers from my closely guarded stash.
I did manage to find the missing three primers.
Afterwards I came upstairs and was thinking, what the hell is going on that crawling round the floor for a few cents worth of primers seems entirely rational to me?
Anyone else starting to show weird symptoms like this?