You have to be careful with snow globes. Mom returns from Florida and you get a few as a joke. You leave them out and people assume you collect them. Suddenly you have 50 in the kitchen. Then you take them to the office and fill the windowsill with snow globes. Two years later and there are 200 of them. You even select an apartment because an old doorway has been closed off and turned into a curio shelf. More, then more.
Friends come by, they schlepped that snow globe all over Europe in a backpack or suitcase. You know they check to see that it is still there. They get dusty and they need to be refilled with water. You begin to resent them. They end up boxed up in some friends’ basement for a few years. The friends get ready to move and you go deal with them and go through the boxes. You label the boxes with a magic marker with the words - Tofu’s stuff to sell. Some Haight Street denizen sneaks into the basement/garage when the door is open and the two boxes disappear. Imagine their disappointment when they got a few hundred nearly worthless snow globes.
The collection is gone. Hurray!