There isn't enough scented body butter in my house to cover that clinging scent of rat poop and crusty spilled cold medicine that I can't seem to wash off my skin with soapy sand paper. I thought I'd be helping, but risking contraction of rickets was met with yelling and displeasure that I'd rearranged the hoarder's 15 boxes of Halloween Captain Crunch and Fruity Pebbles in the wrong way.
I once suffered through a lack of running water in a municipal crisis at the tail end of a SARS outbreak in Northeast China - yet was more concerned about what I was being exposed to today at the hoarder's than contracting SARS. Holy mother I would rather curl up in my cat's litterbox and take a nap than live the way this hoarder lives. What is the shelf life on Smartfood popcorn? It's not 8 years, right?
If you lived in an apartment in which none of the water pipes under your sink were connected to each other and the water poured out all over the floor when you turned it on, wouldn't you call the landlord? If not, what if the rat that pooped all over your food and dishes died under that disconnected sink and its carcass was rotting in the still water - then would you call the landlord? No? You'd just fill it with empty beer boxes to soak up the dirty water and ensuing mold? Well, that's a strategy, I guess.
I only had access to that rectum of a habitat for three hours and lemme tell you, I am damaged for it. I could go on - no wait, I can't. It's too painful. What do we do with hoarders?
We put them on tv. Makes for a good show.
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