About a week or two ago I came home, and there was a chicken bone on my step. I stared at it for a few seconds and thought that it may have come from one of the cats that linger around the neighborhood. I instantly knew that it didn't come from my house since we are vegetarians, and chicken has never entered my home, plus it looked old. Anyway, I kicked it off of the porch, into the bushes.

A few days ago, my hubby and I came home and he walked right over it without acknowledging it. I wondered how he walked over it without seeing it. I looked down and said, "whats the deal with this chicken bone?" He said, "what?, I don't know". It was strategically placed.

Even though the last occurence was days ago, it just popped in my head this morning to look it up. I think someone is sitting those bones there. Whats the deal w/ this?