That's nothing. Mine kept a dismantled Model A car in my entry hall for a couple of years! (Just all of the parts -- the shell of the body and the chassis were in the garage. Still, it was a lot of stuff in and out of boxes.) I was ordered to not touch it under any circumstances. It gradually made it's way to the garage, piece by piece, however; and he didn't even notice for a while. We're still married.
I remember one time the Mayor of the town stopped by when my husband had the washing machine taken apart all over the kitchen. He looked at me in astonishment and exclaimed, "You let him do that kind of stuff in the house?" "Try and stop him," was my answer.
Oh! guess what's beside my front door - A copy machine the size of a refrigerator. He got it for a great deal when his company decided to lease them. It stopped working a year ago. No charity group will pick it up. We can't throw it away because someone he knows wants it for his church. Maybe they'll stop by and get it up one day. (sigh)