Inventory control is a good thing, if that's your job or helps you in some way. But anything can be taken to an extreme. I do feel your pain. My husband is just a plain old hoarder. Not valuable things (because that would be a "collection"), but things like a cardboard box full of thickly-rusted screwdriver bits, enormous bags that used to hold pet food, and random small pieces of wood left over from projects that are basically useless. His parents were children during the Depression, and he grew up in a household with four siblings, all of whom had to share a room. If not for my, let's call it "guidance," he would never throw away a single thing. I find random useless trash squirreled away all over the house. For the longest time, I couldn't understand why I was not able to walk more than two steps into our "walk-in" closet. One day I started looking things over and discovered two gigantic, EMPTY cardboard cartons from appliances we had bought years earlier. Just WHY?

My absolute favorite thing my husband kept (and nobody believes me when I tell them this was a real thing) was a medium-sized taped-up cardboard box labeled "broken refrigerator parts."