I've heard dozens of stories about the things people find in the old houses. Years ago, this house yielded a wooden radiator cover but that was the sum total of its treasures. Or it was until last weekend, when T announced that she'd found an extension cord under the porch. I was briefly excited by this news, because who couldn't use an extra extension cord? Then T wound up her treasure and gave it to me.
Neither of us dared to give this fire hazard marvel a try.