It's been several days since I unlocked the gun place and ran an eye over blue steel and walnut. Too long; a scuzzy white fungus was getting a good start on the oil-finished stocks, leather slings, and knife sheaths.
I caught it in time to avoid damage, and the lesson is learned. Since Providence chose to make us live in a perpetual steam bath up here this summer, a weapons wipe every couple of days is on the schedule.
How humid? Day before yesterday 94 per cent.