ONE WOULD THINK THIS WOULD BE OVER...CRAWLSPACE 3

My brother-in-law replaced the battery. See, you first fill it with liquid sulfuric acid, replace it in its little box, and all is good. But he left the old battery in the crawlspace. For now, since we don't know where to dispose of it as it still has acid in it, or at least ON it, thanks to spastic old me. Well, the house soon smelled like sulfur. Again, I went in the crawlspace. Covered the old battery with towels. For now, all is good. But to recap, these are the head wounds I've given to myself over the last nine days. And one on my left hand.