It was a dark and steamy night...

...the gnats were out, and even the dog was panting after the first quarter mile. Our heroine had had a long day and dumpster diving was, for once, furthest from her mind as she walked. Instead, as sweat slowly trailed down her forehead, she was thinking of only one thing: finish this walk before the baby wakes up. It wasn't her fault she happened to glance into the plastics recycling bin as she passed, old habits die hard. What she saw within made her heart skip a beat.
"Seriously?" she incredulously asked herself, "who on earth thought this was a good place for that?!" She quickly finished her evening constitutional, dashed into the house, dropped off the (drooly and exhausted) dog, and grabbed the keys.
"I'll be right back hon, you'll never guess what I just found! The boys are ok, right? bye!"
There was a party taking place right across the street, but she didn't care who was watching. Our heroine maneuvered the bulky piece of brightly colored plastic into her trunk, grateful that her belly was no longer humongous, and hurried home (at the leisurely pace of 30km an hour, we are in housing after all) to show off her find:

woot! She knew there was a reason she had asked mr. waaz to bring home a plastic bag full of sand from the recent trip to the beach! You know what they say, one kid's trash is another kid's (early) birthday present =)