Under normal circumstances I would not go into the eaves more than once or twice a year. But being a generous soul, I responded to a Free Cycle request for old stereo equipment and found a new home for my circa 1968 reel-to-reel recorder.
Imagine my surprise (HORROR!) when I found a figure reclining indolently on the floor of the eaves - a gift carefully chosen for Jeri. Now I know she almost forgot it when she left last time. But fortuantely, Jacqui managed to throw it through her open rear window just as she pulled out. I know she was grateful because she waved to me as she drove off.
So how did this magnificent figure end up in the eaves? And why do people keep leaving things behind while I am forced to not only keep but display the crap other people buy for me?