Both of my siblings came and helped me move into this, probably my last, home. Michael was painting the kitchen and accidentally stepped into a pan of paint, and proceeded to leave a burnt orange footprint on my floor. I liked it, so we didn’t clean it up. It usually lives under a rug, but I’m always happy to see it. The floor badly needs replacing, but if I ever get the gumption and/or money to do so, I will regret losing his footprint.