Bring on the cameras. I’m a Hoarder. I didn’t realize it until I underwent “staging therapy” in which I was sweetly told to empty my home of all my stuff, but as I work in the garage, the truth becomes clear. Alan wrench crank gizmo from “Some Assembly” furniture circa 2002? Check. Fossilized french fry? Check. Single winter glove worn when someone was 2?
Yep. I even found the hoarder grail…a mummified frog living under the battery from the car I no longer own. Seriously though, I might someday want to resurrect the frog using a little water, a self-assembled table, and a car battery, after which he might be hungry. Better keep it.