It’s the same over here. On top of the other furniture and household items I already mentioned, today, I just sold a printer and some wall art. (I’m being merciless I’m getting anything I don’t ACTIVELY use and want outta here once and for all!)
But, my bags? They just keep looking at me and I keep looking at them.
I also have a piece of original art from a little known painter that I want gone yesterday. I have no idea how / where to sell that. Never sold art before. Certainly not nobody-knows-the-artist art.
All of the extra items except purses, clothing, etc. that I’m selling are in the garage. Our garage is super tidy (maniacally so thanks to Mr. S.) so, there should never be any surprises. Well, someone came to pick up a dresser. Once they got it out, I went back into the garage and there was a dead
rat the size of a mountain lion on the floor where the dresser had been.
I’m
terrified of mice and rats.

Seriously, they are my one true phobia. I can’t tolerate the sight of them even a little bit. Not even hamsters or gerbils.
So, I ran screaming into the house jumping up and down and generally making an idiot of myself as I screeched to Mr. S that he was going to have to arm himself and go rat disposing / fighting. I told him how huge the rat was and warned him that there may be a nest or lair where its family lay in wait - waiting for retaliation and revenge.

I was fully ready to move and leave the house to them if need be.
A few minutes later, he came back in laughing so hard he could barely speak. It’s seems my “mountain lion sized rat from a roving rodent militia” was actually a tiny baby bunny that must have hopped in the garage when the door was up and gotten trapped.
C’mon that was an honest mistake...wasn’t it?