Ooblech!

And I mean that in the "gross!" way, not the non-Newtonian fluid sort of way. Sysguy and I have a running disagreement: I refuse to go through everyone's pockets before washing their clothes, its my little housewife rebellion. I figure folks deserve whatever happens to the stuff in their pockets, and perhaps they'll pay closer attention if it is damaged. I do make the Things remove hot, clean, rocks from the dryer themselves, which can be amusing. (It has cut down a lot on the larger rocks. We get a lot of very clean acorns, though.)

Also, there have been a fair number of things that perhaps Sysguy would not have liked to have laundered, as well. Lets not go into that.

Today. Sigh. Today I found, in the lint filter, the most. revolting. thing. ever. At first I thought it was a tiny rubber snake. Sometimes Thing 2 likes to have his washed. Upon closer inspection...No. It was an actual, real, not plastic, lizard tail. One that was clearly recently ejected from a frightened lizard, pocketed, cleaned and rehydrated in the washer, buffed to a nice sheen in the dryer—except for the stump—actual lizard tail. About 5" long.
Gaaaaahhhhh!

Is it too much to expect people to get that I am the laundress and not their personal valet? Does the drycleaner go through pockets? Hello?