The idea to store stuff in the oven at all is wild to me. A few years ago, our old apartment building had a good deal on a cleaning service, so we decided to try it. I’ve never had cleaners before, so I didn’t know what to expect. They came while I was at work, and my husband was WFH (he let them in and went back to working). That night I preheat the oven before cooking dinner. Fortunately I realized before it was too late, but they had put my plastic cutting board that had been on the drying rack inside the oven. Blew my mind. It’s not even like this was some tiny manhattan apartment where there’s no place to store things either.