I decided to clean the pantry. I have found many arachnid friends, whom I have swept up with my vacuum, nothing personal, but they didn’t look like the sort I want to get cozy with.
Also a zillion packages of various dried chilis, because DP buys a new package every time he makes a sauce, regardless of what we already have. Oh, well, it’s only a couple times a year.
I’m going to find a good solid wall and beat my head against it.