One of my monkeys is drawer in our kitchen that we call Jack's drawer, because nobody wants to admit possession. It is filled to the brim with stuff that was once deemed too valuable to toss.

Old screws and other small parts of stuff, the purpose of which has long been forgotten, old combs, kinder egg toys, small prizes from bygone Christmas crackers, tiny flashlights, which someone hoped eventually to figure out a way to replace the battery.

There's everthing from random guitar strings of unknown guage and blue hockey tape?, to small packets of motel soap. Scattered in the bottom, beebees, bobby pins, thumb tacks, push pins and paper clips and pill bottles half filled by some brave soul who abandonded an attempt to organize the mess. As a result Jack's drawer has now spread to the drawer below, now known as, Jack's other drawer.