The better you get at hoarding, the more tricks you learn to get away with it, the more those same behaviors start to stand out to you when other people display them in public. You're not the only person driving from store to store, buying an entire shelf's worth of necessary goods, and driving home on back grounds to secret them away in your shed, or bury them beneath the basement floor, or to cram them up in the attic. Stealing an abandoned car in the supermarket parking lot so that it's harder to track you from store to store. Someone posts on the neighborhood watch website that you are a hoarder. You suspect it's one of the other hoarders, trying to draw attention to you. To keep the eye of the public off of them. You see one, one day. Nervously loading his trunk full of cans of conch meat and tiki torches. You decide to follow him back to his stash. He lives on the other side of town from you.