Friday, 26 September 2008

Someone Was Already There - Chronicles of a Garbage Bin

stool stylist's own

So when I arrived to see my beloved bin last night, I had come ill-prepared. I had forgotten my torch. I had a quick look at the bin but couldn't see anything by the dim moonlight, so I drove home and decided to wait an hour or so to darken up the night sky and go a little more incognito, and also to be a little more prepared. I jumped back in the car and drove* home.

When I got home my husband was surprised to see me empty-handed. I quickly explained that I did have to go back out, the deed was not yet done. I think he was secretly relieved when I returned empty-handed, those thoughts were quickly turned on their head.

At around 8:08pm I set out. Please note it's here that I feel all CSI-like, you have no idea how much this thrills me. Being a little more prepared I had packed some gloves and my torch. I could have taken a brush to take some prints off that bin and look for any epithelials. Get the feeling now I watch Grissom a little too closely? Hmm, if you knew that I called Sunday evening CSI Sunday you may be a little concerned. But you don't know that, so you don't have to worry.

When I got back to the bin - someone else was already there. I had just flipped open the lid and removed one black plastic garbage bag full of loot. I was about to reach in and retrieve a most fantastic 'Air India' suitcase when I saw him. I was more than a little startled. It was pitch dark. I had nothing more than my torch, a pair of latex gloves and my mobile in a pocket. For a moment I contemplated calling my husband. He was only two minutes away. I was feeling really, really anxious. I actually think I can say, that is a complete understatement. It was dark, there was just me, the garbage bin and him.

The biggest, fattest, hairiest huntsman ever. And then some. Eight hairy legs. Two beady eyes. Oh it just sends chills down my spine. And he wouldn't move.

If you're a long time reader of pottymouthmama you might already know that I am a little more than afraid of these. This week, we've already had one in our bedroom that Matt failed to evict, only for me to find hiding in the curtains the next day. Deeee-lightful.

Anyway. Fat huntsman. Me. Garbage bin. Suitcase. Metal things. Darkness. Can't see properly. I try and flick the huntsman off. Nope. Not budging. He was fat, seriously fat (probably a female). I really should be presented with a very large, very shiny bravery award. There was just no way I was leaving that suitcase for a spider. No way. So I flicked it a bit more* and then it finally retreated. To the other side of the suitcase. I grabbed the handle and threw the suitcase onto the footpath. I was about to pick up the suitcase and pop it into the car - when who should I spy right next to it? Yes, you guessed it - the fat hunstman.

By this stage I already had the garbage bag in the boot. I had torn it open to ensure I wasn't taking home someone's dentures, enema kits etc, and to my great surprise I found this cute little eggcup. Not that I use eggcups, but he's definitely cute - and has a very old David Jones sticker on his derriere. And the little pup with chipped off ears - dogfight anyone?


Once in the safety and light of my own home, I tore into the bag. I found this old cat clock - his eyes move - so cute. This little shelf that I've cleaned up, along with some vials of sand, an old Indian, this creepy little dolly in the bag - Laura Palmer?!
This little tribal doll. With real fur. Hmm. Must be pretty old the fur is disintegrating. Tasty.
If you fancy that little doll in the zip bag (a keyring!) please let me know. It's yours.

Who knew a bin could make someone so happy? Will it continue to rain gifts on me? Will the relationship with the bin last? Or is it just a fling? And just why did the people tossing all this stuff out ignore pottymouthmama's note she left in the mailbox? Find out next week when you tune into pottymouthmama.


* No spiders were harmed during the looting of this bin.

20 comments:

Beth J said...

That cat clock is totally adorable.. with moving eyes and everything!! I am jealous! Awesome looting, well done.

Christie said...

I used to have one of those triabl dolls...

Did you really leave a note?

I would have given up when I saw the spider, you are brave... or crazy.... :-)

CurlyPops said...

He he he, you crack me up.
The sight of the huntsman would have been enough to scare me into heading back home!

Michelle said...

All hail the conquering hero!

Anonymous said...

laura palmer eat your heart out

mellimoomoo said...

Funny! I think that suitcase was worth fighting off a sider for. I will be back for next week's episode for sure :)

Sarah said...

I cannot believe your lucky finds - who is this person's rubbish????

LOL - I should do a round when it is the yearly rid of your trash nights - I am sure to find something good!

Mama de Saga said...

While I was reading your post the CSI theme song was playing in my head. Great loot!

Ellieboo said...

OMG - I only read the heading and my heart went into my mouth. Who the hell was at YOUR bin, I thought. Seriously, I was totally indignant for you.

Then i read on - a huntsman spider - you are one dedicated bin forager. I would have been out of there sooner than you could have said Bindi Irwin.

Good booty mind you - well done.

Paper Dolls for Boys said...

Unfreakin' believable. Who in the world would throw this out? Is this a personal trash can or a big bin behind a business? Unbelievable.

That egg cup is big money. I'm still smarting over the tin trucks.

Claire (ethel loves fred) said...

OMG - it's the bin that just keeps on giving - it really is like the goose that layed the golden eggs! I can see why you were anxious about going away. You've got me all curious about what is happening indoors!! I'm on the edge of my seat!

flossy-p said...

That's serious dedication to battle through an unbudging huntsman! HIGHLY worth it mind you. That kitty clock, suitcase and egg-cup are the BEST!

I agree, the keyring is so very Laura Palmer.

Hoppo Bumpo said...

Oh dang ... as I was looking at the pics I thought the stool was also a pick out of the magic bin. (But then you probably shoudn't take stools out of bins ..... ewwww gross, can't belive I even said that).

Great haul again. And I think you are very brave overcoming the spider fear to grab the loot. What would a spider be wanting with a suitcase, anyway? (Though maybe he'd booked a vacation on the web ... boom, boom!)

Lisa [strickerin] said...

What a top week.

Looking forward to reading the next instalment.

Kirsty said...

Another amazing rubbish day. I can't believe the "steak knives" you keep pulling out of that bin!

JustJess said...

Love this bin relationship. I truly get it. I had a similar fling with a skip in my parents' street... I love tuning in for new finds!

Bird Bath said...

wow! extreme looting - I'm hooked. Looking forward to the next installment.Some seriously good loot this week!!

messenger said...

Who would throw out such treasure and on a regular basis???

Well done fighting off that competitor - I had to go back and re-read because i had images of a real human-size competitor at the bin...phew... but still you had to fight for your prize! Great drama, will stay on the case with you...

messenger said...

I mentioned your blog on the Facebook Mikes Walking Team page... Just commenting on abandoned furniture I've been seeing on my walks and thought of you... hope you don't mind.

Thanks for the great CSI stories... you definitely need some of those night vision glasses.

skinnyGLASSESgirl said...

WOW I love ALL this stuff.. *sigh*