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I can relate to your emotional reaction. During college, I had been living in the same apartment for about 2 years. Then one day I dropped something behind a shelf in my cupboard area. My water heater was located in the same area. I happened to glance around the water heater and noticed a gun. My body went cold. My first reaction was of being violated. Someone had been in my apartment and stashed a gun in my cupboard! Then I slowly came to my senses, realizing that it was quite possible that I had just not noticed it before. But still… a gun was in my apartment. So I peeked closer to get a good look, but refused to touch it. My mind wandered about it being used in some sort of criminal activity and not wanting to disturb any finger prints. I called the local police and they immediately sent a couple of officers over to investigate. They pulled out the gun and started laughing. Apparently it was a metal BB handgun. Looked and felt like the real thing to me. (Note, this was pre-Columbine when guns weren’t required to have some distinguishing “toy” mark). Plus, I’ve never had any interest in being around guns. The cops said the holster it was in was more valuable than the gun. And they confiscated everything. So basically, the lesson I learned that I will pass on to you is never call the cops because they take away your toys.

Another bit of advice would be to sprinkle some flour around the area. If the flour is disturbed, you might have a better idea of what you are dealing with. (Though I suspect the Blue People are expert artisans at covering their own tracks).

Mike, your wife has me really curious now. I really want to touch all those little things. I feel a little like a child looking at new toys. What are in those little drawers?

but you might want to take it to the exorcist, just in case.