I had to take this a step further. A few days into my quit I found a half pack of cigarettes in the nightstand. It was not enough to just throw them away. It would be too easy to dig them out of the trash. I literally had to destroy each cigarette, and throw the tobacco down the garbage disposal (not the filters) so there was no way they could be salvaged. I thought it would feel sad in a way, but it really felt liberating to do it.