I've decided Payne has Elvish minions.

I walk through a largely unscathed family room in the morning.

I go to the kitchen and make two quesadillas.

I turn around and see this.

The only viable explanation is otherwordly assistance. I refuse to believe he can do this on his own (frankly, I don't want to face what that indicates about my future housekeeping).

Hmm, maybe I can trap a few and get them to do my dishes overnight.