This is a Talus:
It’s a time machine, it moves to different places and time.
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I’ve got one of those. I’ll meet you here last Thursday.
When I was cleaning out my garage this weekend I ran across a picture of my former Mother-In-Law. She had a missing talus stuck in her ear and 3 more in her butt. She also looked like a loose talus because they are really, really UGLY.
I took the picture along with those missing taluses and placed them gently into the garbage can so millions (excuse me, hundreds) of years later talus hunters could find her and make her look young again.
I’ll be happy knowing that she went from 95 to 5 when the talus tappers determine her age.