Mysteries of the Deep

We've had to wait a week or so for the demo of the roof to make way for the dormer. The good news is, I have the most fastidious contractor EVER. She not only taped down masonite to protect the fir floors downstairs, she also set up a zippered tarp rig suitable for Ebola decontamination to keep the demo dust contained:



In the course of ripping out the drywall that stands between me and a stair-free middle-of-the-night pee, Barb apparently made some... discoveries:



A bizarre time capsule? Possibly. Since my next door neighbor is the one who converted the attic to bedrooms, I suppose I could ask him about the doll. The other item, though?



I really don't want to know.