Layer of Paper and Plastic

My east coast host picked me from the Boston airport. ..her car was packed with an assortment of STUFF..I figured it was intended for a salvation army drop..on the way to the house, she said, "Now my house is a little messy"

I walked into the house..and what I saw..knocked the wind out of me..the kitchen floor was covered with large pieces of trash..pizza boxes..used underwear..an array of unopened mail..unmatched shoes..

the living room had a collection of to- go cups with sodas of a various ages that doubled as hatcheries of fruit fly type bugs..the carpets and the walls had inches of animal hair attached to them..

There was no clear surfaces anywhere..what if a resident needed  a surface to use a pen and paper..

crackling noises  were invoked whenever a foot moved on the man-made floor layer of paper and plastic

I was,now, living with a hoarder..