Yesterday we went over to the old house to get the canoe. While we were putting the carrying rack on the truck, I noticed some paper over in the woods. It is a rare day when there’s stray paper in the woods. Warning: If you are squeamish, quit reading now. I bent down to see what it was and it was a paper towel with a pattern on it. I never, ever buy paper towels with a pattern on them. I picked up the towel. Then I saw right next to the towel a tampon and a little bit over it’s paper tube. Someone EXTRACTED a tampon, wrapped it in the paper towel and THREW it in our woods. I picked all of it up using the paper towel as a somewhat lameo shield for my hand. I tried to ignore the fact that the paper towel had recently been used to wrap all of the tampon parts. As I walked back on the driveway, I told the better-half he didn’t even want to know. His first guess was tampon followed quickly by diaper. We have no soap at that house so I just ran my hand under the outdoor tap. I couldn’t wait to get home to use hot, hot water and lots of soap.
Someone who looked at our house did this. No one else could have. That house is back off the road so it’s not like the trash blew in from somewhere else. I had to do a bunch of eew-gross dances. I’m still mortified.