Irene brought this bent, skull-bedecked cane home from a walk the other day.
Me: What's this?
Irene: I found it in the field at the end of the street.
Me: What are you going to do with it?
Irene: I don't know but after I picked it up I feared maybe it had been used in some kind of crime and now my prints are all over it. I had to bring it home. I didn't want to be implicated.