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Box Hunter Adventures

I think it happens to everybody when you start to move. You realize that you need boxes. You need a LOT of boxes. You need 'em now.

You don't want to pay for 'em at a box place, either, 'cos that's highway robbery, damnit.

So out you go, skulking through grocery stores, hardware stores, art supply stores, liquor stores--anything that may possibly have boxes. You become adept at approaching total strangers to ask if they have boxes. You scurry home with prizes that reek of apples or sunkist oranges or Budweiser.

The corollary to this, of course, is the sense of triumph when you find a really good box. A BIG box. The sort of box one could put an appliance in, say. Or an odd shaped box, one of the tall, sturdy, narrow ones that will fit a lamp or a sword collection or any of the awkwardly shaped dross that populates our lives, or one of the long, low ones that can fit an entire barong mask collection, or--a real score--the big, flat matboard boxes that precisely fit the large canvas-and-masonite collection that leans against my studio wall and which is terribly vulnerable to stray furniture corners and careless feet.

Trying to explain this sense of glee makes you sound completely nuts, but what the hell.

James admits that I outdid myself this time. Our apartment looks like the ancient and sacred box burial ground. I have gotten lucky and hit hardware stores right when shipments came in, resulting in some fabulous finds. I gloat. I pat the boxes when no one's looking. I know that I don't have enough to move us completely, but I've managed to get my library packed at least, and I need to use some of these before I go get more, just to clear up space, if nothing else. I am aglow with the warm fuzzy feeling of a hunt gone well. And there was much rejoicing.

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To the hunt!
We've moved more times than I care to remember, and the most interesting boxes I recall packing were designed for eggs. They are thick, sturdy, and have this odd little separator in the middle that makes it look as if somebody glued together to cubes to form this thing. Lately, we've been anticipating somewhat and moving things into giant tupperware (rubbermade, etc.) containers that can, when emptied, simply be stacked one inside the other and shoved into a corner somewhere piled from floor to ceiling. It's quite lovely to not have to go to all the liqueur stores and hardware store looking for the boxes anymore.

The mighty Box Hunter returns from her safari!

Can we get a picture of you standing next to a box maybe? Strung up for weighing and measuring... do you have a large spear by any chance? I mean I know you don't actually spear them, but it'd look good for the picture!

With my husband being military, I know that moving around a lot is inevitable. When we move, the Air Force will have all of our moving done for us, including the packing. I'm probably going to wind up packing most of our stuff up myself anyway, though, to make sure that it's done to my satisfaction. I have an extensive collection of boxes that I keep around for shipping and moving. A wonderful idea that I stumbled upon on another forum that I visit is packing things in Rubbermade storage bins. They're reusable, convenient, and cheap. Just a thought for if you can't find sufficient boxes ^_^

Checkout Chick #1: Yeh. And then this lady comes in askin' for a box "Just big enough to fit a wombat" and I was all like "What??".

Checkout Chick #2: No way.

Heh, just moved recently and understand the whole thing with boxes. I was very proud of myself when I had connections with a janitor and the "box room". Excellent boxes, small, but big enough for packing. They were perfect to pack an ever growing library. Though I have found once you move, it is hard to part with such splendid boxes, but you are faced with the dilemma of where to store the boxes.... silly stuff indeed.

I too am in the process of moving. Fortunately, I have a gigantic "master box" from a 200 something gallon fish tank, perfectly suited for storing all the smaller boxes that have come my way. Or for smuggling the bodies of many tall people.

One thing I loved about moving in and out of the dorms: there was no need to search for packing crates, all you had to do was dismantle your furniture.

I was lucky in that the last time I moved, I had just been working in the packing department of a warehouse. Not only did they have their own boxes, but also the product boxes things came in. It was heaven.

Discovery from last move: Gaming books are exactly the right size to put in milk crates, and don't need to be unpacked afterwards. Just stack up the milk crates against an appropriate wall, facing out.

I go on my box safaris at the local recycling center. Quite often, in fact, since I ship a LOT of stuff. If I'm really hard up, I just kind of wait around for people to drive up and BRING me their boxes! Hey, it's even better than recycling, since the box is getting reused. And I do make sure to take all the extra cardboard back to the recycling center, I suppose they probably do make some money off of it.

Although this tactic does have its downsides. I scored a bunch of boxes that had nice dimensions (13x13x18), and I sure hope I didn't let any slip through without removing the labels! I was reorganizing my box cache a few weeks ago, and noticed shipping labels from "the Erotic Toy Company". I usually try to remove labels completely, but sometimes just put a sticker over the old mailing address. I hope I did the former in the case of the first boxes, I usually don't *read* the labels unless they just jump out at me because I'm not frantically getting stuff done. I can just imagine getting some scathing feedback on eBay about how I'm a perv who ships stuff in dildo boxes...

Hunter, pfah. If you're going to do this, you must get serious about it. I have 1400 of them within 100 feet of me, half of which I acquired in the last six months.

By the way, in case you missed this, Home Depot and Staples and the like sell boxes for about $1 - $1.50 apiece, in packs of six.

===|==============/ Level Head

Cardboard is so 20th century. I have nearly completed the third move in 12 years, and this is the first one, where I can actually unpack some of what I packed 12 years ago, as I have a townehouse, and not a single room any more. The stuff held u well, ebcause I packed them in stacakable 5 gallon storage pins, and when empty they stack in neat collumns. They are waterproofm and the bugs don't eat them. leaving al my WW2 woolens safe and dry.

The few things I packed in cardboard got a little acid burtn from the pulp in the boxes, and a little crushed. The only thing that came out perfect from cardboard was the Cat, Ollie, but then he was in a cardboard carrier for only 20 minutes, in the car, crying with every breath...


And there was much rejoicing.

Yaaaaay. *morbidly waves a pitchfork*

Once when we were moving, we found several really excellent huge cardboard boxes. They smelled funny, like burning rubber or some car thing. We put them in the living room to wait for us, and went to bed. It turned out they'd originally held jars of some sort of hazardous chemical, so we woke up with nasty skin rashes- apparently just from sharing the freakin' /air/ with... whatever that junk was. Ick.

I"ve got... connections.

When it came time for our family to make the big shift down to Louisiana, one of my various jobs came in quite handy, because I once worked for a cardboard box manufacturer. Cereal boxes, toaster boxes, refridgerator boxes, you name it, we made it. So I swung by, snagged the friendliest former boss I could find, and stated my case.

You wouldn't believe how many boxes I went home with. The best part is that they were all collapsed, because that's how they're produced. So we had hundreds of pounds of cardboard (corrugated paper product is the industry term) crammed into the back of the family sunbird. So much, in fact, that there wasn't much room for Garr and me. I had to drive hunched over with my chin mashed against the steering wheel. It was very unsafe, but we were about a half-mile of relatively empty roads from home.

Man was *I* the conquering hero when we pulled into the driveway. :D

You could try asking at Borders for boxes. They aren't generally huge boxes, but they're pretty heavy duty, since they receive books in them. And, from working for them for 9 months, I know that most of the time, they just toss most of them into a Dumpster when they're done unpacking the books. I don't think they'd have a problem handing out some of them. Not to mention you don't have to worry about funny smells.

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