When I use the bathroom at your house, I end up snooping under the sink, in medicine cabinets, and opening up containers until I find what I am looking for. I'm not looking for your medications that might help me sleep or stay up all night, or to see if you have any creams for weird infections. I don't want to take anything. I just want to feel the light scrape of a cotton covered stick against my inner ear. I love Q-Tips. It's a weird sensation and I can't get enough of them. My use of them is compulsive and I've damaged my ears at least twice with that ear crack. After I use them I try to bury them in the garbage so no one will know that I have performed a search for them without permission. I will stick them in a disposed of box or bury them under a few squares of toilet paper in the garbage can. If there is no garbage can in your bathroom, I will put them in a pocket until I leave your house. I don't mind generic ones, but it's even better when the name brand is found, because they have more padding. I love Q-Tips. It's a weird sensation and I can't get enough of them. My use of them is compulsive. Like a recovered alcoholic, I sometimes I have to keep them out of my house, but at your place I go into relapse mode. I mean no harm when I snoop. I just want thirty seconds of bliss.