Now. Where did I put that....?

About the middle of the afternoon yesterday, Richard comes in to inform me that a pack rat has built a nest in the fruit cellar. That is how bad it had gotten in there -- so much stuff piled on the floor in front of the shelves that a pack rat could construct itself a nice nest on the floor behind it all. It is has not smelled particularly nice in there for a while because we assume something had eaten poison we had put out and had died. And we now have an idea of what that "thing" might have been. So Richard starts to tear out this nest and discovers the rat had picked up

• a light bulb,
• two jersey work gloves, 
• a red bow for decorating a present, and 
• some bits of fake Christmas greenery.

He has not finished tearing out the nest so we are not sure what other goodies might be in there...

Miss Molly is obsessed with digging out things 

that live in holes in the ground...

so perhaps we should let her have a go...

He comes in a little later with a shoebox-sized tub of "stuff" that he found in  larger tub and holds out a metal rod with a hook sort of thing at the end and says "Do you know what this is." I had no idea and neither did he, so into the trash it went. Now watch, a week from now he will come up with whatever it is that the metal rod belonged too...

And then he holds out a small metal thing and says "Well, how about this." 

Yes, I certainly do!!  That is my dohickey for sharpening scissors! I have been looking for that for a long time!

My dohickey for scissors sharpening? Scissor sharpening? Why is it called “scissors?”

It has indeed been missing in action for a very long time.

At any rate, perhaps I can now do something about various extremely dull and basically useless scissors that are lying around.

Which goes to prove one of our favorite sayings... 

"It ain't lost, just temporarily misplaced..."