They are replacing all the gas pipes in my neighborhood. (One of the workers told me the mains were put in 100 years ago! Odd, given the houses on our street were all built after WWII.) Replacing the infrastructure *before* it kills anyone -- what a concept!!!
There's a lot of spray paint all over the place, as they mark the locations of water pipes, gas pipes, and whatnot. (I have no idea what white or pink mean!)
I pick up trash when I walk. After years of picking up trash as an almost-daily practice, I have a pretty good eye for things that are not natural in the landscape.
I knew the blue was from the gas-replacement guys spraying, but the shape?? I picked it up to see what it was.
It's the husk a cicada leaves behind when it shifts from one size to another. (They moult, like lobsters.)
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