How it got there, I have no idea, but I have a couple of theories.

The no shortage of odd sights in downtown, whether it's a person riding one of those little Rascal Scooters, someone strolling through our parking lot talking to themselves, or what you see up there at the top of the page which is what I believe to be a set of brass knuckles (yes, I know they're clearly not brass, but the concept is the same). The picture above is exactly how I found them; laying behind a bush in the landscaping of one our arena's in downtown Evansville, tossed carelessly away by someone at some point in time.

Again, how they got there, and how long they had been there is beyond me. However, I suspect one of two things, one of which I hope is what happened, the other is what I'm afraid happened.

1) What I Hoped Happened: This is some wild piece of jewelry someone was wearing, but got tired of the heftiness of it, and the inability to use a pencil when wearing it. Instead of putting it in their pocket and tossing it in the nearest trash can or dumpster, they simply tossed it to the side while strolling down the street.

2) What I'm Afraid Happened: Somebody got punched in the face with these things in the middle of the night and the puncher ditched the evidence running away from the scene.

Let's hope it's option number one.