It seems like every time I move, previous tenants have left stuff behind. Old paint, tin boxes, newspapers, a box of tea bags, spices, toilet bowl brushes, and almost always, paper clips, safety pins, tacks. Once, a sterling silver spoon.
When I moved into my current home a few months ago, the tenant had showered and then taken an early flight to South America. He left me his wet towel. He also left an enormous houseplant, ice cream, a modem, toxic cleaning products, and multiple broken objects -- bottles, flowerpots, a chimenea, a patio table. But last weekend, while doing some work outside, I came upon...
I was picking up tree branches and pieces of bamboo in a small ivy-covered area, and I looked down and noticed I wasn't holding a branch. I was holding a bone. A fairly large, old bone. Not a chicken bone, not a cow bone. That's pretty disturbing for anyone, I think, but especially for someone who recently lost a pet.
The gardener was here the next day, and cleaned up the area. No more bones were found.
I'm still thinking about what to do with it. If someone did bury their pet -- and my landlady doesn't know if that might be the case, although if it was, it was many years ago -- the bone deserves to be treated with some respect.
(Update 10/07: The police had no interest in the bone. I eventually got my vet to identify it: It was a very old bone from a coyote. (It must have been very old. I don't live in a rural area.) And they disposed of it properly.)
Image: bosela via morguefile