I’ve always found it funny when someone hides a random object in a funny place it doesn’t belong, and for whatever reason, I have a number of friends who like to do just that. I can’t even remember who started it, but when I lived with Trish we took turns hiding a marshmallow (the big kind). I would find it in the cereal box or a shoe; she would find it in her tennis racket or her night cream. That marshmallow was pretty stale and grody since the game went on for months. When I lived with Brook and Lou, we passed around an old dried-out corsage (again, can’t remember how it got started or how we knew to pass it on when it ended up in a sock drawer or the egg carton). Whenever Kate comes to visit, I find at least one of the wooden feathers from the bird that sits on the stairway on my pillow or in the bathtub or somewhere equally random. I had almost forgotten how much I like this particular kind of silliness until this morning when I found this little guy peeking out at me from the top shelf in the bathroom. I suspect it to be Neil’s doing since they visited yesterday on their way back to Colorado.