Back in 5th grade, my father relocated us down to Georgia. I had all the comics I owned in one large cardboard box with no lid. Upon arrival, after the movers dropped off everything in our bug-infested apartment, I discovered that my comics box was the only item not to make it. Were those movers also comics fans with caramel fingers? I didnt start collecting issues again until the '89 boom.
My bowling teammate brought over 18 short boxes of all his golden age DC books because he was worried about the movers. He hasn’t picked them up yet though. It’s been over a year!!!
The deeply rooted paranoia has morphed into…mehhh.