OK, I'll tell the story. I went to Burning Man this past summer, which meant I had a round-trip flight between Philly and Reno. On the way back, I realized that I was standing in the security checkpoint line with a bag containing a dose of the most powerful illegal drug in the world (DMT) sitting right in my pocket. I panicked and hastily shoved it into my backpack, reasoning that it was more likely that they'd make me turn out my pockets than my backpack.
Unfortunately I was without a current state-issued ID (I was holding a college ID and an expired passport), so the man who checked my boarding pass wrote a note on it and I proceeded to be taken aside at the metal detectors. They asked me which stuff was mine and I told them, and they took my stuff off the conveyer belt and started wiping it with these little wipes that they stuck in a machine, presumably to analyze for traces of explosives or something. After wiping my shoes they open my backpack and the second thing they take out is the bag containing the DMT, which (to be fair) looks more like a crushed orange Nerd candy in the bottom corner of the bag than anything. After continuing to pull other stuff out of my bag and treat it all with the wipes, the security guard loads everything back into my bag and hands it back to me.
I just looked up the law ... I think there's a 7-year max sentence for possession of the stuff. That's not taking into account crossing state lines or anything, either.
Lucky motherfucker, right here. They had me dead to rights. If the powder had been white instead of orange, or if there'd been more than ~.03 grams of it, I'd've been proper fucked, most likely.