Every time I watch an episode of Hoarders, a giant sense of calm washes over me. Because no matter how bad things get, I know that I am not that person who holds on to take-out menus from 1989. For its season finale, Hoarders outdoes itself by examining a man who hoards rats. As in, vermin. I can’t even begin to fathom what kind of trauma this man had to endure to be attracted to such a thing but I can’t wait to find out! Aren’t screwed-up people just the best?