I had tripped over a cardboard box. This was curious, since, when I had left the house that morning, there wasn’t one particularly in that location. When I returned, it wasn’t there at all that I could remember. Now tripping over things isn’t particularly new, I was always destined to be klutz with my huge feet; we have a small dogs as well. Surely, the experience itself wasn’t overtly shocking. But, well, a cardboard box? Folded neatly, ready to be prepped? It had slid into