If Rod Serling were here...

he would probably write a Twilight Zone story about this. Something like: Several years in the future, a neighbor crawls into a small room in their home to eagerly read a book alongside their lone incandescent light bulb, long rendered dangerous by the government. Outside, someone passes by and notices the soft glow of long ago, suddenly a raucous crowd gathers, trying to break down the door to get at the precious light bulb and snatch it away for themselves.

These are the ramblings of a fellow light bulb hoarder. Yes, I buy some everytime I go to the store. Yes, the clerk has inquired if I owned a store. Being I'm in good company here, I'll even admit to keeping a list so I know how many of each wattage I have. Obviously I'm a very disturbed person. The mercury formerly in my teeth made me this way.

BTW, awhile back Target had the incandescents on an endcap at 40% off so they could make room for their toxic lightbulbs. Ah, the sweet memory of saving while hoarding. Tweet