Why clean out your garage, you may ask?

A dirty garage has no victims. No one suffers as a result of untidiness, or do they?

I give you Romero and Julietta the frogs who perished within my garage. They led otherwise happy lives, gobbling up numerous bugs and avoiding Heidi the hound dog. Romero would recite Julietta sonnets, frog couplets (croaketey croak croak and what not), bring her fresh junebugs, and generally look out for her best interests. But it was not to be, their families resided on separate banks of the creek. There was only room for one more frog in each nest prior to hibernation season. Knowing that they could not make a hibernation season without each other they resolved themselves to attempt to hibernate together. The young inexperienced frog knew of a place that remained a constant temperature year round, the only trick was getting in the door. So away with haste they hopped to the house, but alas young Romero did not know the garage was not temperature controlled. Julietta would succumb to the temperature that very night, and then whilst thinking of life without is sweetheart, Romero resigned himself to stay near his bride until the end. The first freeze came quickly as did their deep sleep when they no doubt sought shelter in the corners of the garage, and perished therein, not to be found until their slippery frog skin was dry and crunchy, their bodies mummified in the arid expanse of my garage floor. Goodbye my froggy friends.
Pictured here for the last time Julietta and Romero repine on the park bench