When we moved into our new home, we found rocks all over the place, tucked into corners, on shelves: big rocks, little rocks, speckled rocks, shiny black rocks ….
“Must be a pagan or ritual thing,” I muttered to Andy, nodding at a couple of fist-sized specimens by the side door.
We didn’t realize what they were for until today. Andy asked a local when garbage pickup was, since it hadn’t been picked up since our arrival.
“Did you put a rock on the garbage box?” he was asked.
Sure enough. We put a rock on the wooden box and the garbage was picked up.
At least now we know these rocks have a practical use.