Today we are sharing stories about the nastiest thing you have ever found in your house. Twice, in the last few days, I have had moments when my inner Martha Stewart has cried out that I must not be fit to mix with polite society because of the things I have found lurking out of sight.
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.