Sounds a little bit like the “Major Award” from “A Chrismas Story”. A leg that is also a lamp.
F-R-A-G-I-L-E, “fraaageeelay… It must be from Italy!”
Love that Movie.
The radioactive post above finally reminded me of something I have worthy of posting (though still not comparable to those stuffed frogs): a piece of Trinitite. For anyone who may not know, when the first atomic bomb test was conducted in the desert of New Mexico, it happened at the Trinity Site on the White Sands Missle Range. (You’ve seen the films, with everyone crouching down and wearing sunglasses. 
) The explosion and fireball melted the sand all around the area into what basically amounted to a humongous sheet of glass. This mineral, if that’s really what it would be, being unique in all the world, was dubbed “Trinitite”. Later heavy equipment was brought in to break up the Trinitite into chunks (kind of like tearing up the highway asphalt) and move the debris away. Needless to say, many small bits remained embedded in the earth. One day a year in October, the Trinity Site is open to the public for two or three hours (or at least it was when I went). There are strict warnings posted about removing anything from the site, which, of course, is still radioactive, as is anything you would take away, although the level of radiation is modest. Only slightly intimidated by the close military supervision at the site (plenty of armed guards, but also, rather humorously, a couple of uniformed and stern-looking fellows sitting at a card table with a Geiger counter), I naturally enough found the temptation irresistable, as, I’m sure, have many others before me. Pretending to tie my shoe (I bet a lot of people’s shoes come untied there) gave me a chance to scrounge around and come up with two pieces of Trinitite, one of which I kept and the other of which I gave to my brother, who also had an interest in the whole atomic bomb story (sparked in part by the song “Manhattan Project” on the “Power Windows” album, for those who care). It looks like a rather strange version of crackly green glass. So far, the DOE has not pursued me, but I hope they don’t read this thread.
startled suddenly by a forceful, official-sounding knock at the door
I’ve got a ten dollar shirt button. When I was very young, I was messing around sticking this button up my nose. Well, of course I stuck it too far and inhaled. Long story short, went to emnergency room (mom was SO happy), doc saw it resting right on my upper lip. As they were discussing invasive procedures, I sneezed and out it came. The emergency room bill was $10 (Gosh, what does that say about my age!) My mom taped the button to the bill, and now I have it.
I also like and collect dino poop (coprolite - another name change possibility?), but there are a lot of them around. Some folk think it is wierd. My fave is when folk smell it. It’s a 80 million year old rock, you idiot! You think it is gonna smell like a turd?!
Heh… same as it ever was…
…I am way too tired to even try to make sence of that…
[QUOTEchert debitage?[/QUOTE]
Beacher, chert is a general term for high-silica rocks like flint, and debitage is the flake debris (bits & chips) created when you knap a piece of chert into a stone tool form. But I like the term “cherting” for dealing with the aftermath of too much drinking. 
Possibly the oddest stuff in my house is a collection of the cat’s whiskers (collected AFTER she shed them).
True story about a former boss’s collection of weird stuff that he kept in the office: His desk, windowsill and book shelves were decorated with 6-inch brass dinosaurs, and he would become enfuriated if any were moved without his permission. On one bookshelf, he also had a series of old, re-labeled glass vitamin bottles that I never looked at too closely until one day when I needed a book and had to move the bottles to get it. The first bottle was labeled “Shower Daisies” and appeared to contain dried soap scum and hair; the second was labeled “Belly-button Lint” and contained… something gross. I didn’t look at the rest of the bottles after that.
B-line
Glad to confuse you in your fatigued state.
All this talk of baby teeth reminds me that I have one of my dog’s baby teeth. Also have Blackie’s and Bowser’s collars and tags.
Final entry (in a shameless attempt to crack three figures) I have the golfball I found just before I and my daughters found a dead body in the river. A Titelist 100 balata. Keep it in the pocket of the down vest I was wearing that day. In the newspaper accounts we were the proverbial “hikers,” which my kids get a kick out of. My son is SO ticked that he wasn’t with us that day.
Hey, Wally, instead of listing all that stuff, you should’ve just told us about this
