Tossed the bad ones for years until my sister told me to keep a folder just for the creepy stuff. Now I have a beat up manila envelope in a drawer labeled "do not open before coffee." Every few months I flip through and the scary ones have lost their bite, mostly they just look like scribbles from a tired brain. The ones that still get me are the ones where I clearly tried to fix it while still half asleep and made it worse. So I keep those too, because at least they are funny in the morning.

Three unopened tins is nothing. I bought the whole gift set last Christmas because the tin looked classy on the shelf, and now it sits in my garage collecting dust next to the treadmill I swore I'd use. My dad still brings it up at every cookout, asks if I've caught anything with my fancy crackers. Worst part is the fisherman on the lid looks so proud of himself, just staring at me every time I dig around for a screwdriver.