Dang, my mother used to say that, had forgotten all about that one, as she’s been gone now 17 years as of last week. Thank you for jogging a good memory of her.
Yikes, that’ll make you change your habits, eh? Makes me think of the time I got out of the shower (when living in the boonies of Arizona), grabbed my towel from the bar and as I started to dry off, a big…make that huge, Sonoran centipede fell to the floor. Apparently it was attracted to the moisture from the last use. They are bright orange and can reach 6-7 inches long. That was about 1986 or so, and to this day, even tho I have lived in the upper Midwest since 1992, I still give my towel a snap and shake before toweling off. Hey, ya never know!
Many, many years ago I almost swallowed a boxelder bug (or Asian beetle, can’t remember which, our old farm house was overrun with both) that had gotten in my bedside glass of water in the middle of the night. Ever since I’ve drank from a covered glass or bottle with a nozzle or nipple or whatever it’s called. Fool me once…
Actually, little key, you had a purpose in life and it has either been forgotten or become obsolete for some reason. Very unlikely you will have another purpose like the one you were created for, but you may be turned into some sort of art or collection by some talented soul. Good luck!
Gee, Quentin, I’m sure she’ll never notice a thing.