Once or twice a year my apartment complex slips the dreaded "Apartment inspection" note under our door. We usually have Seven days to prepare our house for inspection.
It's not the college dorm room inspection--where they're looking for drugs, alcohol, and toaster ovens. This is the next version--they look for cats, dogs, and BBQ grills. We've got the latter.
It's a huge BBQ, like 4 Ft high, 6 Ft wide and 3 Ft wide. So its a real work of art hiding this thing. To successfully hide it from the authorities, we turned to the best. We took notes from Elliot, who hid E.T. in a closet filled with trinkets and blankets.
We got very creative with our disguise--starting off with a blanket to fully cover the monster. Then we added two duffel bags flanking the grill, a 37" TV box, a fold up mattress, golf clubs, and silverware. The goal is to make the closet look like such a mess that no one in their right mind would enter into the room. When everything was finished, we sprinkling dirty laundry on top of everything--a few socks and underwear--to really add to the exhibit.
And to top it off, we made sure my bed was real nice and messy which really enhanced the overall image.
As it turns out, my roommate Eddie is good friends with the inspection dude. So the guy knocked on the door, asked if we were housing pets, we answered no, and he went on his way.