Collecting

Spring is close enough at hand to have driven me to my own personal chamber of horrors: my two-car garage/mausoleum de junk, where spiders and rats have found a home among my invaluable forgotten possessions. I have watched episodes of Hoarders on A&E and have been dutifully horrified and mystified all at the same time. What is it that makes people save old pizza cartons, expired grocery coupons and other useless detritus?