When the Comics Take Over the Cave By the Cave Lady (Long-suffering wife of the Caveman)

There was a time when this cave was a peaceful place. A cozy fire, a soft animal skin rug, and a nice spot on the wall for our wedding picture. But then... he discovered CGC.

It started with just one slab. “It’s investment,” he grunted, “like shiny rocks, but with superheroes.” Fast-forward two moons and now the only investment I see is our living room doubling as a comic vault.

You know what's on the wall instead of our wedding photo?

A 24x36 Batman print and a 3x3 grid of commissioned art by Alessandro Micelli—yes, that Alessandro, the one who draws live on Redster’s whatnot shows every Friday night while Caveman hoots like he's at a mammoth hunt (you can find more about him on the whatnot sellers page).

I said, “put the wedding picture up.”

Caveman heard: “commission more art and display it like it's the Louvre for vigilantes.”

We eat dinner on boxes of backing boards, I’ve lost the cat behind short boxes labelled “KEYS,” and the last time I found our bed, it had a stack of raw books waiting to be bagged and boarded like they were tucking themselves in for the night.

Don’t get me wrong, I support the hobby. I love that he’s passionate. But when your bathrobe gets mistaken for packing material and your toddler starts saying “slabbed grail” before “mummy,” it might be time for a little cave intervention.

So, here’s my official plea, from one long-suffering Cave Lady to the world:

Send help. Or at least more shelving.