Hoarders

Thank God for them hoarders, Wil.  That’s all I can say.

I guess our grandmas told us such horror stories about the Depression and all, a lot of us got scared and started saving every stupid string and box and rubber band we got our hands on.

But them hoarders, they saved more ‘n string, didn’t they?

They saved old clothes.

They saved rope.

They kept slivers of soap and near-empty bottles of shampoo and every last drop of laundry soap they had.  And sometimes they just saved the empty containers, but you can swish a little water around in them sometimes and get another couple of uses out of ‘em.

I don’t know if they were cheap or just scared, but all that junk they kept sure comes in handy, don’t it?

Wood to burn from old crates.

Buckets for our water.

Old rags for wipin’.

There’s no end to the favors they’re doin’ us, so lesson learned.

Everything has a use.

I guess that’s how them sons of bitches at the shelter started figuring out we could eat each other in the first place.