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?
No, it wasn’t Asimov ... it was Avram Davidson.
http://www.scribd.com/doc/31070279/avram-davidson-or-all-the-seas-with-oysters