The vacuum-sealed boiled corn for sale on the counter at 7-Eleven.
Mom handing a cardboard box to me via grabby claw extender thing.
Letting the spider who has been in our bathtub for weeks stay there. Being amazed at the prolific, hefty poopwork he did beneath the web.
[On 12-10-18, getting this text from Mom: “I’m so sad. The cleaning people just left. They hadn’t been here in a couple of months. And I ran into the bathroom after they left and the spider and his mess are gone. I feel sad and guilty.”]