What was in there was a pair of extremely dusty and faded pieces of '80s soft-core pornography.
We were extremely amused. So markgritter checked the other vent, but it was, still to our amusement, porn-free.
Homeownership. It is a series of surprises.
Tomorrow the duct-cleaners come. Hee. Good timing, dog.
(I hear markgritter in the bedroom now: "No, Ista, we already checked in there." Hee.)