... I have no idea where the hell I'm going. This neighborhood is pitch black, there are so many turns, and this large tow truck is following me like white on rice. What am I going to do? I pull over to the side to look at the little piece of paper where I copied down the directions to the woman's house courtesy of mapquest. But guess what? I can't see. I am despising this rental more and more right now. I can't turn on the car lights because there is no switch. They only go on if I open the car door or right after I turn the engine on or off. I am NOT going to open the door so that some cat can jump on my lap. I try to catch the dim light offered from the turning off of the engine, but squint as I might... no go. I quickly open the door, take a mental photograph of what I wrote down, close the door, and close my eyes. Not to relax, but to conjur up the mental photograph I took. I look at the image, and figure out how to backtrack my ass out of this dark neighborhood. Thank goodness my photographic memory still comes to use in times of emergency. So I make it home safe and sound. But when I pull my car into the garage, I don't dare touch the sample bag. I let the bag sit in the car until the next day and I sanitize the bag down. Just the exterior, where the cat touched. It's not like I'm anal or anything.