If you're like me, on occasion you'll find the odd thing in with your laundry. Loose change, a receipt, a ticket stub. Maybe a chapstick. Less frequently, you might find this sort of thing.
It seemed pretty happy there, and showed no signs of leaving.
So I did what anyone would do, and moved the laundry basket back to the closet.
Don't even think about haulin' me outta here, lady.
I'll come out when I'm ready.
And it probably won't be anytime soon...