I'm vacuuming, moving furniture (because my husband is not Mr. Incredible) and I spot this.
I'm thinking, "what is that - a dried up piece of poop?" Because in my house - that could totally be the case.
I summon up the courage to get closer. I'm sniffing the area at the safest possible distance, my reluctant fingers stretched towards it, until finally - touchdown. I wipe my brow (with the other hand) because the piece of questionable brown is just a piece...of plastic.
In fact, this is it:
We have to stop running into each other like this. What are you - stalking me?
And every time, I pick up this little guy, I wind up singing the "Chewbacca" song by Supernova.
Say what?! You're not sure you know it? Well, here's a reference from "Clerks" and I dare you to tell me you don't sing it all day long after hearing it.
What a Wookie!