If you come to our house these days, you’ll want to watch where you step; the place has been booby-trapped. Courben found these waste pantyhose we use for Music Together and decided they’d make perfect traps, icetraps to be exact. He ties them, stretches them, wraps them, and winds them around anything that he can find. Apparently, this is genetic because Mark used to do this when he was a kid. Nate and I have almost fallen down the stairs and into the bathtub, so don’t say you haven’t been warned!
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