I once heard a story about someone who put spent carbide in an ammunition box to carry out of the cave. Evidently, his party stopped for a rest and this guy placed the ammo box on the floor of the passage where, a few minutes later, it blew up owing to the pressure build-up inside.
Many years ago, I was carrying an ammo tin down Swildon's with a spare carbide lamp inside, strung across my back with a bit of bailer twine. As I jumped down the drop at the bottom of the old '40', the tin banged on the edge & exploded, catapulting me across the chamber & into the opposite wall. I had no idea what had happened but having been helped up, with no obvious injury, just a bit deaf, it soon became clear - the lid of the ammo tin was bent up at an acute angle. I then had to drag the bloody thing round the the Round Trip.
A couple of years ago, I obtained some carbide from our local farmer with the intention of using its crude anesthetic properties to quietly put the moles who were destroying my lawn to sleep. In the end, I didn't have the heart to kill them, but I did enjoy sniffing away at the carbide, which bought back many memories, some not entirely happy. Sad I know...