There’s lint in my belly button. I don’t know how it got there, but there it is. A small blue ball of … stuff that has accumulated since the last time I had a shower. Its funny. Maybe I’ll have a little play with it.
No. I need to get rid of it.
Ah. There it goes, plucked out of its small fleshy home.
There, squashed between my thumb and forefinger. No wait, its bounced back into shape. How is it so perfectly round? How is that even possible?
Into the bin with you.
Okay. Now what can I do?