I thought I found the “Wormhole” at the local thrift shop once. I clean out some stuff to make room in the garage while the wife was out of town for a week. A week and a half later, I discovered that the other end of the “Wormhole” leads directly into our garage, when the stuff, I got rid of mysteriously reconstituted themselves in the garage as if they never left. I forgot my better half is a voracious fan of thrift shops. All the stuff were things that our kids played with when they were little, they are in their mid-thirties now. The wife says I should have asked her before getting rid of stuff. Once again I was told that I’m a buffoon! I never cleaned the garage again and I’m a much happier person for it.