This was like a little domestic archeological dig for me. The old range had been there for ten years, and there was quite a lot under there, despite how hard I try to keep this place clean. Here's what I found:
- two fists full of dust (naturally)
- a paper towel (folded)
- two plastic clips that hold plastic bags closed (one white, one green)
- two nails
- a cardboard playing piece from a kiddie board game
- a broken rubber band
- a small plastic gasket (which, for all I know, is the part that caused the oven to stop working)
- a wooden scrap of wood
- a sanded wood dowel (very much like, but not, a Lincoln Log)
- two refrigerator magnets
- two beans (one kidney, one unknown)
- fifteen cents (one dime, one nickel)
- a piece of chipped plaster from the wall (oops)
- five Mancala stones
- three lego pieces
- three kernels of popcorn (unpopped)
- a dried lump of Play-Doh (lime green)
- a dried lump of something else entirely, and God only knows what it is
- a dreidel (in pristine condition, and lost only the day before)
No dead bugs, no million dollar check made out to me, no Lost Ark of the Covenant, no Japanese people who don't know the war's over, . . . just a bunch of "floor junk." If I'd thought about it ahead of time, I might have placed something under there for the next family in this house to find . . . then again, the only thing the last family left me was an empty gift box in the attic, so . . .
