From the distance I thought it might be one of my black measuring spoons but immediately wondered how in the world it had gotten there. Upon looking closer and picking it up, I saw something I had never seen before. What was it? Where did it come from? Why was it in MY flower pot? Questions, questions, questions. All I knew to do was go to Facebook and pose the question with a picture. Here is the post on FB that I posed:
"Please look at this thing and tell me what it is. I was about to water our plant on the front porch and it was laying on top of the soil. You can blow air through it and it comes out the hole in the round end. I thought it was a black measuring spoon and picked it up to discover I have never seen anything like it before."
Hmmmm, immediately answers came flying back to me. A crack, meth, pipe, a bong. That's not good. My husband is a full-time preacher and we've lived here ten years. Our family doesn't need anything like that laying around! Douglas gently slipped it into a used paper coffee cup he had and off to the police station we went. We left it with them.
Now where did it come from, you ask? We had a visitor the night before who came to our door. We knew him, but we couldn't understand anything he was saying. Doug sat with him on the lighted front porch. I was scared and called the police. When they came easing down our street they had their spotlight shining on each house. It hit our front porch and they stopped. Our unwanted visitor immediately knew he was about to be in trouble. Without doubt, he laid his pipe down in my flower pot and walked off and left it.
I hope he doesn't come back to get it!
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