As the dogs and I were out walking this morning, we happened across a wooden parsons table with two missing legs, out at the curb for trash pickup. We were in a very nice neighborhood, not my own, which is primarily inhabited by young, successful families. When I noticed it, I immediately realized that one of the broken off legs was there and one was missing. And my first thought... the other leg was the murder weapon! I was too bundled up to get to my phone for photos, so I studied it carefully and memorized the color, just in case I need to talk to police. Never mind that there haven't been any murders reported nearby. Is it possible that I watch too much TV?