We all have a monster in the closet (or garage, or attic, or basement, or storage unit, or… you get the picture). A clutter monster—one big old pile of goodness knows what, to be honest. It always starts innocently enough—some equipment for a sport you’re going to get back into, or a collection of craft supplies for that hobby you’re sure to pick up again. But the once-small mass of uncertain mess only seems to attract more like it, compounding the problem to the point where attacking it feels unmanageable. Like a video game boss you can’t beat.