This one time...

Last year. Christmas time. Sunday night. It had snowed a lot. My dad put our two garbage cans out in front of our house.

It continued to snow. A lot. The next morning, my dad went out to bring the garbage cans back. But...he could only find one. Our other garbage can disappeared. We concluded that it had been stolen by the garbage man, because there was a hole in the snow where our garbage can once sat, but no tracks leading to the house, or anywhere for that matter. The garbage can was just gone.

The Evidence