Well I don't know about all of you, but I had cone nightmares last night after reading all your E mails about how to handle them. I was on Fiji all ready for my cone collecting adventure. I had dressed properly to collect them in 4-inch thick diving skins, 6-foot long tongs with micro-camera attached for cone identification, hiking boots, steel-lined gloves, and vintage Saturday Night Live conehead helmet (for a little camoflouge). Couldn't move real well and the Fijians all came out in numbers to gawk but I wasn't gonna let those big bad cones get me! Had 3 milk jugs stacked inside each other with X slots all neatly done. Figured no harpoon could get through that. Had a banner day shelling. Wrapped all the cones in toilet paper, triple zip locked bags, chux wash rags, and everything else all of you had recommended and put the cones into the jugs. Best of all, they were all very clean specimens, so I knew I wouldn't have to worry about acids and bleaches and oils and dental picks, and toilet bowl cleaner etc etc when I got home. I put the milk jug in our hotel room for safekeeping but forgot: Cones are nocturnal creatures!! We went to bed and they woke up! They got loose and were running amok across the floor and climbing up the bed clothes proboscis outstretched looking for their captors. They were sliming their way across our bodies stinging away to their hearts content. I couldn't move--couldn't breathe--and as each 5 minutes passed by I was becoming more and more paralyzed. And I knew I was going to be the next statistic on Dr. Livett's home page about fatal cone stings. I wanted to scream but my vocal chords were not working! Finally I woke up in a cold sweat and grabbed for my arms, my legs, my head--Yes! They were really there and I could feel them! Whew! Boy, was really glad to wake up alive! Hope my real experience will be better than my dream!