A shoe. One of my good work shoes, actually. The edge of another shoe, the ones I wear out in the snow when it isn’t too deep.
One Christmas sock, the kind you wear, not the kind you hang.
A dishtowel. A plastic milk jug.
A bottle of Murphy’s oil soap, still with cap intact, thank goodness.
A shepherd from the nativity scene. I wonder why she picked….oh, I get it. Perhaps a little glue will save him.
This is yesterday’s list of the puppy victims. At my feet, I hear happy crunching sounds as another soda bottle gets pre-recycled.