The Sex Life of Trash, or A Trashy Sex Life

Sleeping at 8'500 feet is not easy to begin with, but the dust from cleaning Erin, and Fran's garage contributed to sinus problems. About a two months ago Lord Kadizzle had a go at cleaning the garage for them. However, when we came back much of the trash had reemerged. The stuff must breed in the dark. Although all the bottles had been cleared out, one or two must have been left. The two bottles mated and there are now dozens. The same phenomenon hit the laundry. The Commander must have left some socks and underwear in the dryer. On our return they had bred to the point that laundry was all over the floor, and you could not even get to the washer or dryer. Driving across the country you can see where junk cars have bred and multiplied in peoples yards. This happens sometimes in North Dakota, but the climate seems to limit the vitality of junk cars. On dirt roads in remote parts of West Virginia and other poor states you could often see someone dump some trash, withing a few weeks the pile was amazing because of the propensity of trash to reproduce.