I thought I was on some Marie Kondo meets Martha Stewart stuff with this one, but nope. Massacre.
  1. I put all my rubber bands in a Ball jar and screwed it shut. This seemed like an attractive and practical move. The jar sat on my desk, where it was in direct sunlight much of the time.
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  2. Rubber bands are not peaches. I desiccated the batch, all of them, full stop. They need air or water or something. Every band just snaps now if pulled even lightly.
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  3. It was pretty, though.