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Yup. If you stand in front of the door to the bathroom and look directly up, you'll see the entrance to it. I don't use it for much -- storing shipping boxes (e.g., for computers I no longer own), boxes of archived paperwork (like every bill I've ever paid), and a few things that are too bulky to go anywhere else easily and that I both don't want to get rid of and have no everyday use for. The box with my mom's wedding dress is up there. So is the box with the skeleton of an unfortunate sheep that washed down Putah Creek one winter. When I went back a year after marking where the carcass fetched up, it was still undisturbed enough that I could retrive pretty much all of the bones ... including bits of the triplets it had been pregnant with. I'd always meant to mount it properly, but wanted to wait until I wouldn't have to move it around in an assembled state. And by then the urgency was lost. I keep having this fantasy that I'll run into some kid who is absolutely fascinated by bones on whom I could bestow it. The skull has long had a place of honor among various other boney bits on top of the cabinet in the bathroom.