cimorene

the boys keep coming into the bathroom while the ceiling is dripping like mad and moving the recycling bin from under the edge of the sink where the drips fall, thus ensuring that the whole floor will turn into a giant puddle with bits of grime floating in it, deeper, of course, around the toilet because the floor is uneven, the sort of horrid morass in which flies, ladybugs and other innocent creatures drown, not to mention baby mice if we still had any left alive. also, i put the bin there yesterday while mostly asleep; it was the first thing i could find, so i didn't fish the glass bottle out of it. and yesterday night? there was another glass bottle. i can just see the train of thought: where's the recycle bin? oh that's right--in the bathroom! well, i'll just carry this in there then. ::drop:: ::splash::.

what i want to know is this. WHY DO THEY MOVE IT? DO THEY WANT TO RUIN THE FLOOR?