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Went to an estate sale out in a older neighborhood, one of those brick ranch houses that clearly hadn't been touched since maybe the 80s in terms of decor. The sale was being run by a company, pretty organized, everything priced and labeled by room. I always go straight for the garage or basement first because that's usually where the weird stuff ends up, and this one didn't disappoint.

There was a plastic tote near the workbench with masking tape on it that just said junk drawer stuff in someone's handwriting, probably the family going through things before the company took over pricing. Most totes like that are genuinely junk, old batteries, rubber bands, that kind of thing, so I almost skipped it. But I dug through anyway and near the bottom under some receipts and a broken flashlight were three small mesh bags of marbles, still sealed, still with a little paper price tag stapled on that said something like 39 cents.

Turned them over and the tag had a store name I'd never heard of , looked like a five and dime type place, the kind that doesn't exist anymore. No barcode, just printed text. The marbles themselves look old too, kind of a swirly cat's eye style, not the plain solid color ones you get now. Whole tote was priced at four dollars for everything in it since it was end of day and they wanted stuff gone.

Grabbed it without even really negotiating. Still haven't opened the bags because something about them being sealed for who knows how many decades feels like it's worth more than whatever is actually inside.

We got one of those fridges that tracks what's inside and reorders stuff automatically through an app. Set it up about two months ago and honestly it's been fine, mostly reordering eggs and butter without me thinking about it.

Last month I tried a chocolate oat milk out of curiosity, drank about a quarter of the carton, decided it tasted like sweetened cardboard, and left the rest to expire in the door shelf. Fast forward to this week and the fridge decided my usual oat milk order should now be the chocolate one, because apparently that was the most recent oat milk purchase in the system, not the vanilla kind I've bought weekly for over a year.

So a carton of chocolate oat milk just showed up on my doorstep that I did not consciously order and definitely do not want. I checked the app to fix the preference and the interface for changing default items is buried under three different menus that don't clearly explain what counts as your default versus a one time purchase.

I've now got a full carton of a drink I already know I dislike sitting in my fridge, and I have to remember to manually correct this before it happens again next cycle. Meanwhile the fridge is very proud of itself and sent me a notification saying it kept my kitchen stocked.

Went out this past weekend with my brother to a spot along the Elora Gorge area, just a one night trip since neither of us could take more time off work. We got there around 4pm on Saturday, set up two tents on a site close to the tree line, and had a pretty normal evening. Cooked hot dogs over the fire, played cards, nothing unusual.

We didn't have a proper cooler lock or a bear box since this was supposed to be a low key trip, so we just kept our food in a duffel bag zipped up inside my brother's tent vestibule instead of the car, which in hindsight was the first mistake. Around 2am I woke up to this scratching sound and at first I thought it was branches on the tent fabric from wind, but there was no wind that night.

Turned on my headlamp and saw a raccoon had somehow gotten the zipper on the vestibule halfway open and was working on the duffel bag itself. I yelled and it just kind of looked at me, unbothered, like I was the one interrupting its evening. Woke my brother up and the two of us spent the next twenty minutes basically negotiating with this raccoon, banging pots together, until it finally wandered off with a granola bar wrapper as its consolation prize.

We ended up putting everything else in the trunk of the car for the rest of the night, which worked fine, but it wasn't exactly a peaceful sleep after that with both of us listening for every twig snap.

I know the real answer is proper food storage from the start, I just didn't expect wildlife to be that bold that early in the night at a fairly busy campground. For people who camp in similar wooded or gorge areas, what has actually worked for you against raccoons specifically, not bears. Are the soft sided odor proof bags worth it, or is a hard container really the only thing that holds up against determined hands like that.