I Found These At My Grandma’s House And Have No Idea What They Are
So, I’m elbow-deep in a dusty drawer in my grandma’s laundry room—one of those spots that smells vaguely like soap and decades. You know the kind. I’m on a mission for nothing in particular (possibly avoiding the real reason I came over, which was to help clean out the attic), when I stumble across this small cardboard box. Inside: these strange little wooden things. Smooth, tan, slightly curved—no moving parts, no markings. Just…wood. I hold one up like I’ve uncovered some ancient artifact. “What is this?” I say aloud, as if the washing machine’s going to answer. Honestly, I had …










