I had a moment like that yesterday. I suppose it should come as no surprise that the snapshot of my life was in my garbage. After all, rubbish heaps are prime sites for archeologists seeking to understand vanished cultures.
So there I was, opening up the big garbage can in the shop to throw in the full kitchen garbage bag. The big bag in the can had, annoyingly and yet predictably because it ALWAYS does this, fallen down into the can. So I reached in, pulled the bag up and open, and there it was. The story of my life in two items of garbage: a docked lamb tail and severed chicken feet.
P.S. Thank you so much for all your birthday wishes for the MiL yesterday. I know she appreciated it. And I was reminded once again how clever (and poetic!) my readers are. Take THAT, Hallmark!