Ugh.

Mentioned to BF that I was going to call someone to come in to see how the mice were getting in. As I said that, I was staring at his office, which you can barely walk through, and across the hall, where I keep a bunch of stuff, again, you can't walk through the area (I moved furniture out of one room to redo it two years ago. Still haven't redone it).

His comment was to laugh and ask me how I was going to accomplish that. It's a really good question. I wish this stuff could just magically vanish, and that I didn't have these weird attachments to things.