I was walking back to my desk at work when I felt something *in* my jeans. Something the size of a mouse. I froze, afraid that a giant insect, a mouse, or something equally abhorrent was making its way down my leg. After working up some courage and looking around to make sure no one was watching, I grabbed at my leg, pulling the moving thing away from my skin. As I grabbed it, I felt it open. I let go, shook my leg a bit, and quickly (and quietly) grabbed the clothes pin as it fell out the bottom of my jeans.
I think I still appreciate having (& using) the clothesline.
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