Weird fact: I like rocks. Sometimes I see a “cool” rock, and if it is small enough (or if I have a big enough bag) I’ll snag it. They live on my shelves and I pretend that I know exactly where each one comes from. Eventually, I decide that I have too many rocks, and put them back outside.
This rock was too big for my bag, and it had an important job keeping all that dirt and pretty plant matter in line, so I had to settle for a photo.