When Larry got back from Wisconsin he asked where 'Gus' was.
I said, "I hid him in the place you would be least likely to look."
He thought a minute and said, "The last place I'd look is in the garage, and I know you couldn't have gotten him in there!" Then I hit the garage door button and "Voila! There's Gus!" Of course I had to stack and re-stack boxes and move and re-move motorcycles in order to get him in there, with just inches to spare on the right side and barely room to get out on the driver's side!
When I saw the messy garage contest, I thought that since everyone says our garage is the messiest one they've ever seen, it might be worth a shot!