I work out in our (partially) finished basement. There's a wall at the bottom of the stairs which I use for my special tennis ball torture. So where did I find it?
At the top of the basement stairs.
W. T. F. ????
Alright. Who broke into my house and is fucking with me?
**Edit:
WAIT! Hold the phone. I've just been informed by GoalieHusband that that's a different tennis ball, one that was under a pile of cardboard boxes for recycling. I'm relieved... yet still curious about where the hell that damn thing went.
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