They were taking over... piles and piles of them... I was beginning to suspect that they may have started reproducing on their own. My living room was being eaten up by brown cardboard and I'd had enough... mostly out of fear they would soon consume me as well. So after telling them kindly that they would come back very very soon, I persuaded them into the now empty closet, all organized and tidy, and shut the door. I feel much better now. I'm grateful for the boxes I really am, but it was starting to stress me out. I'm THANKFUL that I had a place for them.