I like to keep a handgun in my truck. both of them, actually. Got plenty in the house, etc. My walther was in the center console of my truck, and my wife borrowed my truck for the day. Her and my son ran errands or something. Well, apparently they stopped at burger king to get Danny some breakfast, and he got the french toast sticks. I open my center console yesterday, to find something akin to a greek tragedy. Syrup everywhere. It looked like she tied a grenade to a maple tree, then stuffed it in my console. I pull my gun out, and it's covered in it. I had the magazine ejected, so if course there is syrup coating the inside of the grip, the firing chamber, trigger assembly, etc. It looks like my pistol fell into a stew pot full. I pull it out, grab everything else in the console, and go inside, ready to pistol whip someone. After a few minutes of going postal, I get this explanation. "Danny and I stopped to get him a snack, and I handed him the bag in the back seat. He opens both packets of syrup, starts eating the french toast sticks and hash browns, and then I notice he's getting it everywhere. I stop, he starts crying when I try to take it from him (kid's 2 1/2 btw), then we have to fight over the syrup, which is going everywhere on him. I put them in the center console so he'd knock it off, and I just forgot about them." She forgot about filling my truck with sugary dog puke, and leaving the open packets on top of my pistol. I'm still downstairs with a can of clp, about 50 patches, my cleaning kit, and 3 ruined rags so far. And I'm just done with the barrel and trigger assembly.