I loaded up on coffee and set out to walk the city’s streets, not knowing, at first, that on this particular night I would have lots of company.
It was on a residential street in Little Italy that I first noticed something strange. Walking by the usual garbage cans placed on the sidewalk for morning’s pick-up, my eye caught something soft, orange and fury — a giant, stuffed Siberian tiger. I stopped, walked back, and inspected the find. After a moment of consideration, I picked up the tiger, hugged it close to my body, and started walking home.
Along the way I noticed other objects along the street — couches, love seats, mattresses, microwaves, television sets, book shelves, and boxes full of old junk. In front of one house was a coffee table made of thick, red wood — a perfect replacement for the ironing board my roommate and I used as a TV table.
So after dropping off the tiger I returned for the table. It was heavy; it took more than an hour to travel the 15 blocks back. While I rested between blocks, I noticed flashlights scanning the sides of streets everywhere. Tonight was a scavenger’s paradise, and Toronto obviously had many scavengers to enjoy it.