The first time was while I was cleaning my bedroom. I discovered a lost pile of laundry in the closet that one of my cats had turned into the mystical land of Craptopia. It was an epic pile of turds, but it gave me an idea for my newest imaginary T-shirt:
My next moment was yesterday evening, when we discovered that things can get swept under the stove. My son couldn’t close the drawer, so he pulled it out and found ten years’ worth of junk under there, including two cookie sheets and a 9″x13″ cake pan I haven’t seen in about five years. I vented my horror on the pans with some steel wool. They could now be used to slay Medusa, should she appear in our kitchen.