Steve says, "Crikey! That's a whole lotta Rubbermaid, mate!"
So I think we have enough airtight containers. Now we just need some food.
(Please note the sad little cloves of garlic, the sole survivors of the Great Kitchen Purge of 2005. They wonder, "Why were we spared? What strange plastic prison is this? What happened to our dear friend French Baguette, upon whom we were to be roasted and oiled and turned into delicious, delicious garlic bread?" And then they weep, but no one can hear, for the seal, it is airtight.)
Last night's BugWatch Patrol uncovered five of the little bastards: three dead, two alive. They were promptly vacuumed.
Behold! The nesting instinct in action!
Also, pregnancy arms! Squashy!