The show's gist was this: H. hadalis was a man-sized packrat.

Being a packrat, I still have the stuff I collected.

She'd been a bit of a packrat.

The only light came from the window shade we'd just broken, its puny glow revealing the edge of a packrat's paradise.

Josh had put everything in the corner, organizing the tools, large and small cans with the single-minded concentration of a packrat.

Also a doodler, a book lover, and a bit of a packrat, at least when it came to sun-hats and baseball caps.

The family were obviously packrats.