Back in the days when I worked for a living, a coworker and I spent a boring Saturday afternoon running everything in our boss's office through an industrial shrink-wrap machine. Telephone, time clock, keyboard, desk calendar, pens, pencils, mail, you name it. If it would fit through the shrink-tunnel it got wrapped.

When the boss arrived at work on Monday morning he found everything in exactly the same place he had left it on Friday afternoon, but neatly wrapped in clear plastic accompanired by a sign (shrink-wrapped, of course) that said "The Contents of This Office Have Been Sanitized for Your Protection".