npub1hjw7g4r5apm9jsepkstufmcvgprlvfn674rug4n8nz4gtgjlr5pskjmghf (npub1hjw…mghf) Now I have to share my chlorine gas story. Let me preface this with the fact that I did not study chemistry in college, but I did take honors chemistry in high school. That being said, I should have known better.
Early 2000s, my fiancee was training our cats how to use the toilet. One of the cats had it figured out. The other always wanted to go at the same time as the other cat. His kitty brain deduced that if the other cat was relieving itself in a hole full of water, then any hole that includes water would do. So, he started peeing in the tub, and later, I would discover, the sink.
Well, I came home from work one day and the hallway bathroom stank! It was cat pee. I figured out it was coming from the sink, so I, in my infinite wisdom, grabbed a bottle of bleach and poured a capful down the drain. I immediately got gassed by the reaction. The whole house has to be aired out. I couldn't taste or smell for days, but, obviously, I'm still alive. I knew right after I poured the bleach what I had done, and somehow it didn't cross my mind beforehand.
I laugh about it now, but seriously I should have stopped myself beforehand because I knew that ammonia and chlorine are noxious companions. Oh well! I fucked up and survived!