I feel like that should be a reality show.
You go through a family’s house and see what you find – you just show the audience and let them vote on whether they think they’re serial killers or hoarders. Because sometimes those are the only two logical options.
I was helping my parents clean up again – more basement / garage stuff.
First, I found a lock of hair tied with a faded ribbon in the bottom of an otherwise empty oldey-timey briefcase.
Next, I found a box labeled “doll parts” sitting next to a machete. A FOR-REALSIES machete!
I looked at my dad, holding the blade aloft, saying “For the vast jungles of Independence?”
Dad laughed and said “No. I just needed it.”
…that was not comforting.
“….NO. What does that MEAN? Dude, I’m about two seconds from calling – is that guy still doing unsolved mysteries? Imma call him.”
My dad said “Lauraliz, it was for a costume.”
“…I don’t think you’d lure anyone into your van wearing this. You need a better costume. And chloroform. Where is THAT box?”