We cleaned out the house of a Dr. who’s family had been pharmacists before him. The house had been built in about 1979, but was full of antiques (they had a shop) and collectables. There was a huge cache of old glass apothecary bottles in the basement. At first we were all excited, and I was charged with sorting them I was going through filling boxes (we’re talking about 8, 10, 12”+ bottles) when I came a glass stoppered glass bottle (as they all were) marked ‘Arsenic’. I was like, “Whoa. Just whoa.” We discussed it, and I started being a little more judicious. When I came to a bottle about 10” tall and 4” across ⅔ full and marked “Heroin” I stopped. We didn’t move a single bottle. It was nearly 2 states away. Transporting across state lines and what’s to say some of the others would break, make a noxious gas in the trailer and kill us all when we opened it?
Living profof that they once were very lax about the stuff.