Disgustingly delightful!

I love hoarders.

I mean, they are disgusting people in every way (ever see an attractive hoarder?), but I am obsessed with their dysfunction.
I'm a throw-away-er.  I don't do clutter and like getting rid of things (sometimes, things I actually need).  I"m a hoarders nightmare.  I think one of the reasons I love hoarding shows is because I love watching them throw so much stuff away.  That's messed up, I know.
  
So my life took on a new level of exciting when, perusing Netflix streaming this past weekend,  I came upon a delightful series - "Confessions: Animal Hoarding."
 Be still my heart.
(Quick aside: Animal Planet, marry me.  I am deeply in love with you.  First, "My Cat From Hell", and now a ANIMAL hording show?!?!)

I'm having to pace myself with watching the episodes.  There are only 16 total, which could easily be blown thru in a marathon day.  To maximize the longevity of the series, my routine has become:

• Get up.
• Make my morning cup of coffee.
• Watch an episode.
• Do something productive - laundry, perhaps.
• Watch an episode.
• Pick up the house.
• Watch an episode.
• Nap. (Duh).
• Get dressed and brush my teeth before Luis comes home.

That's three episodes a day.  Tragically, I'll be done by the end of the week.

I'm at episode 7.  The synopsis:
"A retired Army linguist shares his house with 158 roosters and hens.  A popular waitress is fired because she reeks of cat urine."

I'm giddy.