My husband was working on something last evening and needed a few nails which he knew I was likely to have. It took a bit of searching in the studio before we managed to locate them though. While moving everything about and looking in every container, I happened to open an old tool box and discovered a mother load of rusty bits that had been long forgotten.
All were collected during the building of our last house in Virginia...oh...nearly 10 years ago. The carpenters thought me quite mad when I asked if it was okay to pick them up. After all, who'd want rusted washers, nails and pipes?