It’s a pitch black night. You’ve been out partying with friends on a weeknight, in clear violation of your significant other’s rules. Your only hope is that it’s after midnight and if you can just sneak back into the house unnoticed, it will be like the transgression never happened. You step out of the car, gently nudging your car door closed with a stealthy butt-bump. Nice work! You tip-toe across the driveway and up the walkway like you’re a gazelle-sloth cross-bread. Perfect! You made it to the front door silently! Now, you just need to carefully take the keys out. Of. Your. Pocket. (Cue a cacophony of jingle-jangle-clinking-clanking here). You’re screwed now! Your freshly-woken spouse opens the door and greets you with an angry mug rather than a morning hug. Clearly you should have read this review of the Carbocage Keycage before your night out! If you want to avoid making the same mistake outlined here, or you just prefer less jingle-jangle-clinking-clanking on your keychain, it’s not too late for you. Read More