Who knew building a house would uncover interesting things? Like this … this thingie. It’s embedded in a fairly porous or at least well worn rock (of which it is now part). Our friend Jane found it in the gravel spread around on the garage floor, so it may or may not be from our neck of the woods. I’m grateful, obviously, for fascinating side journeys. They remind me that, even though the primary purpose or goal is one thing (like building a house), there is much to see and learn along the way (like, what kind of thingie is it?). In fact, I’ll toss that question out: anyone know?