Last night–after “weed wacking”–I hosed grass clippings off the pair of garden sandals (and off my feet and legs). This morning the mate has disappeared. I’m curious about what critter carried it away. ~~ Life with Lorraine (LOL).
Postscript, Sunday, April 27, 2014: As I suspected, the dog of a volunteer (my former teammate) took my sandal. “Bella” escaped her leash (as she often does) and came to visit me (as she often does). No big loss: The sandals were free, acquired during my 2010 travels in the New England States and Canada.