The punch is gone, and I’m please to report there have been but two minor punch-related incidents (unlike the shower rod debacle of a few years ago).
First, I failed to properly screw the pickle jar lid on, and then for reasons know only to the Punch Gods, I decided to turn the jar on its side before putting it back in the fridge - pickle juice down me pant leg and all over the floor.
Second, I went for the large jar of sauerkraut in the cupboard, somehow knocking out the box of Bigga marrowfat peas…directly onto my freshly-refreshed glass o’ punch, spilling its contents all over the countertop. That one really hurt.