The package was filled with white styrofoam pellets. There is no way to reach into them without spilling several on the carpet. Some will stick to my clothes. It's always a chore to clean up. It's like a tub of entropy just waiting to even some kind of thermodynamic score.
Hand goes in, pellets come out.
It's not a direct relationship, more like a fractal one, like they teach in chaos theory. You know, chaos theory. Where a butterfly sneezes in Brazil and there's an avalanche in Sweden. Only this is more up close and personal. So it took a day to find it, as I had been too lazy to carry the package out back to the dumpster but had left it on the extra easy chair that nobody ever sits on but is used as a table.