That's nothing extraordinary around these parts, of course. I'd seen it myself, and thought Oh I should pick that up but I always had my hands full or something at the time. It wasn't very big, anyway, just a random pipe connector thing, the kind that looks like a piece of elbow macaroni.
But Tara's twitchier (or less lazy) than I am, and so she went to pick it up.
Turns out it was attached to a length of pipe; and next to it, buried in the ground, was a hunk of metal.
And another. And another. And another.
By the time she was finished rooting around this is what we had:
That was all buried, mind you. On the surface it had looked perfectly clean, with the grass growing over it normally, but for that one elbow connector thing.
Yeah. This is why we laughed when some dood not too long ago offered to cut some firewood for us in exchange for taking a metal detector to the yard. First of all that's a weird request because he was assuming he'd keep anything valuable (it's an old house, so who knows), but second, really? That thing would be going off constantly and be worse than useless.
Well, I guess that's the beginning of the next scrap run, isn't it?
