NaBloPoMo 2021.8 One Sneaker can really spruce up a nest.

 

One sneaker in the trash can

You might be wondering why there's but one (1) sneaker in the trash can. I mean this in the context of like why isn't there two (2) sneakers in the trashcan. I am not soliciting any comments on why I am throwing away a sneaker from circa 2005. All you people who didn't grow up in Pennsylvania Dutch Country probably don't realize that sneakers have a half life of at least a couple decades. 

But I digress.

The reason that there is half a pair of sneakers in the trash can is because the other half is gone. Vanished. Poof, Missing. Both sneakers were out on the porch one evening (because I was wearing them for gardening purposes. We have turned our front yard into a farm just in case there is an apocalypse.) In the morning, only one sneaker remained.

I looked all around the yard and did a half ass survey of the street. Nothing. A creature of the night stole one of my sneakers. Whoever he/she was, they now have a foam cushion insole warming their lair. Or cave. Or hole or nest, as the case may be. Unfortunately, with no further information, this is all I can tell you about this incident.