When I retired from Disney I brought home two good sized boxes of stuff. Junk that I'd collected over the years. Plaques, awards, the yearly cast member gifts, pictures and poop. Yes you heard me, I brought home poop. How many people can say they have a ball of Kudu poop, and didn't have to go to Africa to get it? I don't know how it was treated but it's glossed over with a shellac kind of substance. There's no odor and it's hard. I use it as a paperweight. What I really wanted was elephant poop. That would have made a neat lamp base!
Here's a picture of Jezzie checking it out. I guess you have to be a lover of animals in a big way to really understand the coolness of having something this unique. Maybe not.
Anyway, I finally got around to going through those boxes this morning. Sixteen years in two boxes dwindled down to a bag in record time. Things that were important to me at some time, were just taking up space I no longer have. My ten year plaque, still in the box, and the castle I couldn't wait to get. My partner's in excellence statue. I wore the pin proudly. You'd have to be a cast member to understand the significance of that award, which they no longer give out.
Sixteen years of service stuffed into a bag. Pictures, small keepsakes, and poop.