The husband…found things. In the woods. And because I like old abandoned stuff more than I probably should, of course I wanted to go see it. It was cold, the ground was squishy, and I got slapped in the face by two different branches, but I survived. (One of those branches came back and pinged me right on the forehead. That one stung for awhile.)
I was very disappointed that this was broken. And my apologies for the over-exposed white hand there. I am pale, but do not generally glow in the daylight.
You see this sort of thing a lot, back behind where old houses are/used to be. Oh, the olden days before recycling, when everyone tossed their crap behind the house and forgot about it.
My other personal favorite is when you’re in the woods and come across a clearing, complete with apple and/or lilac trees. There was a house there at some point, but where did it go!? Who planted those trees!?
WHY WON’T THE UNIVERSE ANSWER ME!?
See you later!