Who's afraid of the big bad trunk?

So, they delivered the big azz trunk and now it's sitting in the hallway. This thing was so huge and so heavy my uncle had to open it so we could take 1/3 of the stuff out so we could carry it in the house. So now my house is smellin' all mothbally. Yikes, I think I am high from the smell. Can you get a high from sniffin' mothballs? Anyway, the trunk...it's full of shi*. A whole bunch of stuff is in there. A lot of bags and large envelopes full of papers and mail is in there, a big giant bible full of papers and some pictures is in there, a broke leg white Ken doll is in there (mine), a lot of shi* is in there...sorta like those old commercials for Prego...it's in there. I must confess, I don't have the energy (mental or otherwise) to go through all that stuff tonight. This is going to take a while. In the meantime, I have got to figure out what to do with that big azz trunk. It is has got to get the hell up outa here. I'm afraid me and the kids are going to start smelling like little old nursing home ladies if I keep that thing in my house. Not to mention, I think the strong mothball odor is giving me an asthma attack. Wheez, wheez...maybe tomorrow I will buy some boxes and transfer all that stuff and throw away that big azz trunk...lata