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The best argument for minimalism ever: bugs. I figured this out in college and for some reason my room has still become a mess. Okay, it's not messy messy, but it has many hiding places for bugs. With minimalism you have fewer surfaces for them to disappear into.

I unmade my bed, and under the quilt is a palmetto bug. Just chilling. I catch it, but now all over my sheets and the bottom of my quilt is this nasty jizz-like substance that has become dry and crusty. All over my nice silk quilt. Copious amounts of crud. Far more than you expect from a single bug, and far more than you should be able to get between the time I made the bed this morning to the time I was about to go to sleep.

Presumably this stuff is bug guts, but the roach seemed pretty whole when I caught it.

Now I've got the heebie jeebies about more roaches waiting to crawl out of the woodwork. And everyone's asleep so I can't even go "ngyaaaah" at them.

BRB, duct-taping the french doors. I am so tired of bugs coming in through the gaps in that door. Though the roach was not as creepy as the giant inch worm thingit. Years later and that thing still fills me with DNW.