There are two types of people in the world:
those who obsessively hoard cardboard boxes for some unknown packing apocalypse and those who mercilessly throw them away.
Obviously, I've been a compulsive box-hoarder since conception. I mean, duh, right? You never know when you might need to instantaneously move your entire household under the cover of darkness with only a few hours notice -- and when that day comes, I'll be ready. No Hefty bag packing job for me!
In contrast, Matt utterly fails to see the utility of saving EVERY BOX that ENTERS OUR HOUSE. He says things like, "they clutter up the basement," "we can buy boxes someday if we move," and "given the general lack of civil unrest in Durham, North Carolina, the chance that we'll have to pack up and leave immediately under the cover of darkness is very low." A personal favorite of mine was the following: "there are spiders living in there."
However, we're at a great impasse, because the one thing Matt hates more than my box pile in the basement is cleaning up the basement. So, looks like this cardboard box Machu Piccu is going to stay put for awhile.