This summer Francie remodels the bathroom. Yesterday she had me remove the medicine cabinet in preparation for installing a replacement. There is a narrow slot in the back wall of the cabinet that the previous occupants had used as a repository for old razor blades. They had collected in the wall space forming the nastiest nest of rusty metal I've ever seen. (the sort of image I save for my indigestion induced dreams) One's fears are a good hunting ground for art material, rather like dredging up Sunday school lessons from childhood. With that in mind, I carefully moved them to my flatbed scanner. No bandaids were needed.

P.S. The new cabinet is stainless steel with no razor blade slot. The blades were replaced where they await discovery by a demolition crew, not unlike the frog in the cornerstone from the old Warner Brothers cartoon.