 That's why I love garage sales. Oh, you get to sift through other people's crap, and if you get lucky like I did this last weekend, you can end up with a very lightly soiled mattress for a fraction of what it would have cost brand new. Y'all, I'm always just amazed at how squeamish people are about bloodstains. It's like the old saying goes, the one man's biohazard is another man's bed.