This kind of thing scares me. I live in a 150 year old house, and my fridge is in a bizarre little under-stair area. It isn't the first time I've lived in a home where I can't get back there to clean, and both times it bugged me. I mean, it got there somehow, so there must be a way to get it out without me screaming from claustrophobia. It doesn't keep me up nights, but I occaisionally wonder ....