Yuck!

So I did a deep cleaning of my sofa the other day.  I'm not sure what got into me.  I was sitting on the sofa and the next thing I new I was cleaning the sofa.  Possible nesting withdrawal?  I got the cushions off and all seemed clean, then I started digging into the crease of the sofa and started pulling out all that you see before you.  Completely hidden from sight was all this junk.  It promptly went in the trash and my sofa is now safe to sit on.  I was tempted to check the other sofa, but thankfully Elsie started crying.