I lay a sheet on the grass in the morning with dew on it, and then lay it outside on the ground, and watch it like a hawk.
I had a quilt from the Amish that smelled of kerosine so badly I couldn't hardly bring it into my house.
The man wanted me to quilt it, but I couldn't even touch it.
So out of the sun, on a sheet.
Bummer there is so much snow on the ground, there is here anyways.