Love your orchids, ren!
I was shooting arrows at the local archery club recently but missed the target on one shot. Despite the whole club searching thoroughly, we never managed to find my lost arrow until training last night. This is the sad remains of my poor projectile, looking quite chewed up and rather the worse for wear after being spat out by the municipal gardener's lawnmower, I'm afraid.
It doesn't make me feel any better about losing it, but on the plus side, I did like that peeled-paint texture which showed through in the photograph.
(sorry for the slightly blurred part in the middle, I wanted to hide my name tag)