“I’m not ashamed of what I did. I just don’t understand how it happened.”
That was my husband, who after months of care, attention and making sure I didn’t inadvertently vacuum it up or knock it down, safe-guarded this hibernating creature from September 2013 through May 2014 on the stairs down to our basement. In my husband’s defence (in his own words), it’s dark down there.
Yesterday, he set it free.
Yes, it is a dried up maple key.
But I’ll bet that maple key never saw so much love and compassion.