This is just silly, but I hate to go in the cupboard under the sink. Doesn't matter which sink, kitchen or bathroom, the cabinet under it gives me the willies. That's just a place that if house monsters really existed, that's where they'd live, you know? Big slimy monsters with goopy stuff dripping off their fingers.
We've lived here for 20 years, and I don't have any idea what's really under there. Heck, Jimmy Hoffa could be playing canasta with Amelia Earhart and Sasquatch for all I know. When I absolutely HAVE to go in there, I open it as little as possible, get what I need to get and slam it shut quick before they can worm their slimy way out of their den. I only really know what's sitting right in front. Which is probably why I had to deal with that whole broken grease jar thing. Everything is crammed right in front because Mimi is a sissy.
Once when B was putting a new faucet in (And that's a post in itself, trust me.), both cupboard doors had to be open for the whole afternoon. It was horrible. I stayed out of the kitchen.
This is mostly tongue-in-cheek, of course. I hike up my big-girl panties and deal with it without too much whimpering. But I am President Emeritus of NOW--the National Organization for Wusses.
Anybody else have places in their house where the monsters hide?
