Never Darken Our Estate Sale Again

(Credit to my mom for the title.)

Here’s another story from the Easter-weekend estate sales at the 55+ gated community. (Did I mention it was gated? There was a guard station and everything; it was like trying to pass through customs on the world’s lamest road trip.)

Anyway. We rolled up to this one estate sale, and it had a few interesting things, like this enormous dead moth that would look great in anyone’s vintage dead bug collection:

And this framed school essay about trees and the wind:

…But that was about it. No bedazzled cow skulls; no babies in jars. It’s always disappointing when you don’t find babies in jars.

But then we heard the shouting. …Which, tbh, is an unusual thing to hear at an estate sale.  Continue reading