Mysterious Medley

So I've gotten across my hatred of cleaning, ne? I thought perhaps to illustrate this, I'd give you a list of the items I swept off my basement floor.

Remnants of the spilled Sewing Basket
Straight pins (43)
Needles (2)
Buttons (3)
Minuscule beads (8057)
Bigger beads (17)
Satin rose bud (1)
Thimble (1)
Sewing machine thingamabob (to hold needle in place)-for machine I got rid of 2 years ago (1)
Rhinestones (12)
Piece of pattern (1)
String

Toys:
Nerf 'bullets' (7)
Small rubber frog (de-limbed) (1)
Markers (3)
Shirts (2)
Bag of fabric scraps for mysterious future need (only large enough pieces for doll clothes or quilt)
Cat whisker, white (1)
Cheap costume ring (1)
Tack (1)
Evidence my mother is insane (24)
Hotwheel (returned to freezer)
Hooey (stick toy... hard to explain)
Bubble wrap
Game pieces (2 checkers, a 'peg' and a backgammon scoring die)
“grow a crystal Christmas tree kit”
Animal hair (equivalent of 6 animal years)
Various instructions and one warrenty
Composition notebook
Mysterious plastic rod of no identifiable use, but as it is 5 feet, I will ask my son
Light saber
Hefelump (a dog toy)

I think only a few of the beads escaped the sweeping... And the string... I gave that to the cat, so it will probably be back by the time Mari arrives.


For the record. Things my husband won't do:

Vacuum the stairs
Scrub the floors (he will mop, but he doesn't grasp the stubborn needs scrubbing thing)
Catch a bug and put it outside (I try, for 6 leggers to do it, and for spiders smaller than my pinkie nail—any larger or more legs and I kill 'em too)
Clean the stove or refrigerator top, or move anything when cleaning the counter top.
Put laundry away (except his own)
Stop nagging.