I guess it's true, haste does make waste. I have been collecting wishbones from our chickens all year. Seriously, last November, I got an idea to make our Thanksgiving place cards using wishbones. I only had one, so I knew I'd try to collect them all year and have enough next Thanksgiving. So all year, I've been saving them in a baggie in my craft room.
This evening, I went down to sew and found these scattered remains on the floor. There were at least 12, this is what is left.
The baggie was torn open. Looks like raccoons.... again.
In haste, Friday I made a last minute fix on Bee's steamer trunk for her book character costume. I left the drawer where the glue gun goes open. Also being stored in that drawer were the wish bones. I knew the cat liked them and would go for them whenever the drawer was open, but I didn't think about it Friday, in haste. By Saturday, only three sort of undamaged one remained as well as a handful of scraps. Waste. There are still missing parts, hopefully not in the kitty's tummy. She couldn't even leave the baggie alone long enough for me to take it's picture.