We have made it to the north wall where the closet is, but the Denizen of the Room, under light supervision yesterday, moved a lot of things to the middle, so it looks like we have made little progress. Or is it that the junk is an amorphous being, nearly sentient, and capable of oozing across the floor on its own?I have discovered a hidden cache of Cheerios, not at all contained by the plastic bag that allegedly once held them. My knee hit something and there was a flash of light — did the Junk Creature take a picture of me? I moved my knee again, but couldn't get it to do it again.
The door, which was opening up to 92% has also regressed to about 83.4%. I easily filled another garbage bag full of laundry, and two more bags of trash. We are at a place where we can search the closet, but there is no sign of the iPod.
A whole box of garbage bags has been sacrificed.
iPods are wonderful technology with a lot of capabilities, but why oh why don't they put a GPS locator in them? If only they did we could snatch it up immediately and simply toss the rest of the contents of the room into a dumpster!
Well, theoretically we could. That presumes we could reach the window and open it…