I turned off the lights in the rest of the house, he said the bracha and then, him armed with a flashlight and me armed with a plastic bag, we went room by room. He was looking for my pieces of bread, of course, but he was also looking for stuff we might have missed. It all went into the bag. He declared all the chometz remained to be dust, and we took out the trash and the recycling, which in effect said it was no longer ours. People do burn chometz around here, but we just make sure it's no longer our property. Fire bad.
Tomorrow morning, I head off to my in-laws to help cook and to spend the seders. We should be home on Wednesday night. I'll be offline until then, since my inlaw's web connection isn't working, so I won't be able to go on even on Monday afternoon.
I wish all who are celebrating a sweet and kosher Pesach, and for all who are not - you get our share of the pizza.