LOL when my father lived in Detroit he had guns hidden all over the house also. His big **6 shooter** from his early days on the force (he retired in 1950) was under his recliner he always sat in, when he stood up the gun was hidden under the chair, had one small one taped under the old kitchen table but the funniest one was in a brown grocery bag of used tissue's beside his bed. He had asthma and did a lot of coughing up sputum. No one would go through that bag looking for a gun.
No one in the family even knew about that gun and my sister when over one day to clean the house and threw the bag in the garbage can in the alley...when she got home dad called her and with a little blue language asked her where that bag was, it had his colt in it. He had to go out in the alley and retrieve his gun...
We didn't get him out of detroit until 1980. He was definately one of a kind...