I risked my life going into my two teenage son’s room alone last week. It started with a desire to find all the missing silverware and dishware that has put us in a situation where we basically have to eat with our hands.
I donned a mask and gloves as I combed through the remnants of ten Christmas’s presents, dirty clothes, and candy wrappers. The boys had clearly marked their territory with a big stay the hell out of my room. I felt something crunch under my foot…my foot..I forgot my shoes, yikes!
As I stalked my prey, I found forks, plates, and cups in many drawers, under the beds and in the couch cushions. I accidently made a few clean spots, which I was sure would be noticed.

As I stealthily exited the room, I saw a big bag of potato chips laying against the wall. The mystery of the missing bag of potato chips could not be solved as well.
I was fortunate to make it out of the room alive. I knew that I had come as near death as I ever had in my life. I removed the mask and gloves, took the dishes outside to be hosed down and bleached. The operation had been a great success!
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