Gonna Hurt You, Wood

Our house is like a gift box containing little people who spend a lot of time trying to unwrap it from the inside.

The weirdness of reverse wrapping, and the presence of mini-humans, might make the mind wander. Survivalists see an analogy to tenacious, but failed, attempts at escape from confinement. A midwife would say we're cleansing our nest.  But really it just comes down to bad taste. Layers on layers of crap hide the original personality of our two-story brick row house.  Down with the pressed wood paneling!  Off with the decomposing wallpaper and death to the lead paint! Details on our struggle to follow. . .