It would explain the dark muttering from the closets all night.
The mushrooms in the basement explains the chants of ‘mushroom! mushroom! mushroom!’ from the chantarellas.
If your chantarelles aren't chanting, they've probably gotten moldy and won't taste good.
Warn me if you hear cries of "A snake! A SNAKE!!!" from the laundry room, please. I'll want to put on boots.
I don't remember who wrote the short story where someone began fancying that the hangars in the closet must breed, and that's why there are always so many even with constant removal. His friend just laughed at him, then went home to find no hangars in the closed.
And a new bicycle in the hallway.
Who wrote that? I know I read it when I was very, very young. Was that Asimov?