All She Had Was This Plastic Cage and Some Pebbles

At the door of a Maryland townhouse, I stood in the rain as a man thrust a plastic container into my hands. I ran back to the car, dripping, and hopped in. There, we opened the lid—and we were immediately floored by a pungent odor much like that of a fishing pier. I was pretty … Continue reading All She Had Was This Plastic Cage and Some Pebbles