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Yesterday we washed the Traverse, as we have at least once a week since we got here -- much like home. We had vacuumed once before for sand, but more work was needed, and Bob decided to do a good job before leave Florida on Sunday.
He took out the rear mat entirely and found a pile of acorn shells. We haven't seen any oaks on the beach so the broken shells were likely hijackers from Minnesota. But how? Bob is meticulous with his car care so I couldn't imagine that so many shells had been carelessly left in the rear seating area.
As we drove away from the car wash, speculation began. Our first tendency was to wonder if they had come on the shoes of our Minnesota visitors -- but they were all wearing sandals with no tread that would hold an acorn shell. Could the pockets of my windbreaker, unused since last fall, have been full of shells? After discussion, we dismissed the idea of a Minnesota squirrel hitching a ride, even though we saw a gray squirrel like one of our backyard residents, scurrying across the road to a grassy park.
During the night, Bob realized he himself was the offender. Last fall, I guess he had "spillage" when taking bags of acorn shells to the compost site. The shop vac missed some of the shells because he did a quick clean-up, failing to remove one of the floor mats and do a thorough job. Now this surprised me!
Mystery solved; I know there will be no "next time".
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