In hobo mode, I’ve kept my eyes peeled for interesting items scattered on the side of the road.  Today, I found a queen size bed next to what looked like a really nice house so chances are, they replace their matress weekly or the queensize wasn’t big enough.  I switch vehicles and return with a truck, hop out and first see that the nice house, is actually behind a crummy house but is large enough that the crappy house looked like the nice house’s tool shed.  Then I lift up bed to an explosion of foam as if the bed had been used to blunt the blow of a cluster bomb and then fended off a pack of wolverines that also peed a combination of urine and dark corn syrup.  I guess this is why you’re not supposed to pick up used bedding by the side of the road.