oh, and every so often, the cat
A spare box spring mattress.
Probably this cat .
Nothing else, I don’t like to keep things under the bed in case they get damaged when it comes crashing down. 
Home:
–dust
–artwork (early high school portfolio, and large rolled up charcoal self portrait)
–an open box with old clothes in it that my cat sleeps on
Dorm:
–dust
–artwork (late high school and college portfolio, wooden sculpture)
–a couple of boxes of useful stuff like extra lightbulbs, pliers, detergent etc.
–a kickball that looks like a giant eyeball
–my big red duffle bag until I can put it in the storage room
That cat looks like my little Quicksilver. What a cutie!
My desk, my dresser, and at the moment, me. :eek:
Whatever Terry Pratchett book I’m reading in rotations.
One sock that escapes when the laundry is being folded.
The leaves from our dining table, because that’s the only place that they can be stored flat so the wood doesn’t warp.
Lots of dust to, um, protect and condition the wood. Yeah, that’s it.
three rifles
shotgun
pellet gun
two large, flat boxes full of cards, stuff that should go in a scrap book, etc.
assorted small or odd-shaped boxes (perfect for small gifts)
slippers
two pairs of old sneakers
24+ empty CD jewel cases
box of beading supplies
empty binders
small box of unmentionable things
All the bodies.
Ditto!
Also, probably some comic books that I tossed aside when I finished them but haven’t gotten around to storing yet.
–Cliffy
Ye gods, what isn’t under there! Last time I looked:
one storage box filled with miscellaneous gus stuff
7 rifles that won’t fit in the gun safe
a full silver service for 8, in rosewood storage/display box
random cat toys
one sleeping bag, folded, old, never used anymore
random cats
Wow, people do this?
My wedding dress in a box.
A box of wrapping paper and bows, etc.
An enormous pair of feathered angel wings.
Condoms, lubes, various other sundries and devices.
A shoebox filled with misc. items like pens, paper clips, doo dads, matches
A copy of The New York Public Library Desk Reference
An ‘Adult’s Guide’ to San Francisco.
A bottle of hand/foot lotion.
My manicure/pedicure kit
My hopes, dreams, and stragely enough, a can of “Wal-Mart brand” strawberry flavored Slim-Fast concoction. (It escaped me one day and I was too late for work to retrieve it.)
Dust. My bed is only a few centimetres off the floor so there’s no room for anything else. That’s probably a good thing, given my hoarding tendencies.
A big box full of assorted houses and town buildings that light up, and is supposed to be set out around Easter. Haven’t used it in at least 15 years.
Assorted puzzle books.
A reciprocating saw. Don’t ask.
Cat toys.
Cats.
Cat fur.
Probably even cat hork, but I try not to think about that.
The plastic under-bed container that I bought, which turned out to be an inch to tall to fit under the bed. It’s now filled with old books because of the bed booster blocks that I found in a random trip through a store about three weeks after buying the container.
Cat hair.
Dog hair.
The odd sock or towel.
I may get another container for board games. That would free up a couple of drawers.
A box spring. Under that is the floor. Which is clean because that’s where the bed got put when I moved in. I had a folding metal frame for the bed, but I threw it away because I kept kicking the corner with my bare feet, which caused strings of obscenities.
Do I win for the most boring answer?
One Stratocaster, one Hamer Archtop Studio and a guitar case with a Strat neck in it.
lint and a handgun