Just do it, kids. You don’t want to be that guy who finds an object vaguely resembling a bone in your bed and remains in a state of extended panic trying to figure out why there is a bone in your place of abode only to realize that it’s actually a hardened cheese stick from a couple months ago (true story related to me).
You will spend the next week and a half dreaming about objects of necessity (i.e. toothbrush and underwear) turning into bones. It haunts you.