My twelve year old brother is a pack rat. Seriously, either my mom, myself or my husband go into his room for a thorough cleaning at least once every three months, and we come out with two to four garbage bags worth of CRAP. I think what makes it so bad is that not only is he a pack rat, but he latches on to multiple copies of the same thing! He’ll take not one but five pamphlets from a tourist trap, or four free magazines, or eight golf caps. Seriously, what the heck? And of course, he’s a slob on top of it, so his room is one big fire trap waiting to go up in smoke.
Me, on the other hand… I am organized. To a fault!
