While moving, I’ve realized how similar my house is to the Hydra. You courageously set out to slay the clutter, wielding your mighty roll of packing tape. You pack up boxes and boxes of things, and, glistening with sweat, send the boxes off to their final destination. You retreat, feeling satisfied with your efforts. And then you open the nearest drawer or cabinet, discovering two boxes worth of things for every one you disposed of.
In the original myth, the Hydra could only be defeated with burning.
…Wish me luck.
Love it, Pup! Wait until you unpack, and find out the Hydra also reproduces in the truck. One box becomes three as soon as you seal them with packing tape.
Miss Em, what a perfect description! Wish I could tell you it gets better. All I can say is you now share a true-life experience with your dad!