(cue music) I had been robbed.
I waited until I was sure the most likely suspect would not be home, and I could sneak unnoticed into his local crib to investigate. Opening the door to his hideout, I slipped in and tossed the place.
Ah ha! Mystery solved.
I got an evidence bin (otherwise known as a laundry basket), and filled it to the top with my discovery. I was careful not to touch some of the obviously older artifacts or the flora and fauna that had taken up residence on them, just in case CSI needed to process any trace found there.
I took everything back to the lab (that’s “kitchen” to you), loaded it all into the centrifuge dishwasher, ran it through twice and then put it away. I congratulated myself on a job well done, another mystery solved.
Later, the clack and clamber of teenage feet clomping on the stairs told me that the perp had returned. I braced myself, ready to deny the coming charges that I had violated his Fourth Amendment rights by entering his premises without benefit of warrant.
“You threw away my mold farm!”