I spotted a straight pin on the rug. It is my greatest fear--to step on (or horrors! sit on) a pin or needle hiding in the carpet or the upholstery of my favorite chair.
Considering I can't really see anything as far away as my feet, and considering the fact that no pointy-ended object has ever resided in my house for more than 16 seconds without jabbing directly into me, I believe this must be some kind of message for which I need to consider the existential implications.
Someone must surely be trying to tell me something.
Thanks Paul Preacher Photography.