Once in a while, we come across things in our household that we can’t identify. If this happens to you, just know that you can ask the experts on Reddit. Here, people from all around the world share their knowledge and help figure out the purpose behind some really mysterious things.
Now I’ve Seen Everything can now say we haven’t really seen everything and here are some mysteries the internet managed to solve!
1. “Part with spokes rotates, spokes (of different diameters) match up to hole in the opposite side of the tool. Sharpie marker for size.”
Answer: It is for punching holes in leather or similar things. Like, for a belt.
2. “This little plastic basket/holder inside the far corner of a trolley — I asked the supermarket staff, they had no idea.”
Answer: It’s a bitz box (a place for small items, like pens, batteries, etc.).
3. “I know it’s a chair, but what’s with the extended arms?”
Answer: It looks like a plantation/planter chair. You’d put your sore, swollen legs up on the arms after sitting on a horse all day, like a pregnant woman with her legs up in the same fashion. This is why the back is so sloped as well. If you sat up straight it wouldn’t be comfortable to put your legs up like that, but in a reclined position, it’s good for blood flow and airflow.
4. “Small, light blue, rubber capsule with a tear-off end.”
Answer: It’s a cosmetics serum capsule.
5. “My coworker saw this toilet in the women’s restroom at the Huntsville Space Center. Why is it shaped this way?”
Answer: It is a woman’s urinal. It encourages women to urinate from a standing position without the need to sit on a shared seat.
6. “I’m waiting for the bank to open and they have this card facing the street. What is it used for?”
Answer: It’s definitely a safety signal. We switch ours quarterly and it’s to let other employees know that it is all clear to open. Typically we had 2 employees “open” the branch while the rest waited in the parking lot or across the street for “all clear.” The openers go in, turn off the alarm, search the building, and check everything, then set the signal.
7. “In the middle of the wall in my 1906 house”
Answer: It’s a capped-off gas line from when they used gaslighting.
8. “Found this in Guam in shallow water, 3 meters in diameter. Never seen anything like it.”
Answer: This is absolutely a rocket part.
9. “Opposite of hole-y: what is this not-really-spiky kitchen spoon for?”
Answer: It’s a spaghetti server.
10. “What is the S-shaped metal ornament on this house?”
Answer: It’s an anchor plate or wall washer. It’s meant to keep masonry in place and made aesthetically pleasing because they’re visible. There is a bolt going on the other side, in the center, holding the bricks in place.
11. “What is this piece of seemingly old tech? Found in a pile at a university.”
Answer: That’s a very old wearable computer.
12. “My house (built in the mid ’70s) has one of these in almost every room.”
Answer: The 3-prong ones were for TV and FM antennas, and the center one was for an antenna rotator to get better reception.
13. “This is an on-gate blocking road access to some cell towers. Why so many locks and how would someone even open it?”
Answer: You can open the gate by unlocking only one padlock. The way it’s designed means that multiple people can use the gate, and if one person loses their keys, only their padlock needs to be replaced. As opposed to one padlock with many keys, you’d need to give tons of people the new key.
14. “What are these shredded balls on my property?”
Answer: Juniper-hawthorn rust — it’s a fungal disease. It starts as a gall then the tentacles appear around spring or after rain. It probably won’t kill this tree but it can seriously mess up secondary host apple trees. The only way to get rid of it is to prune then burn the removed branches. Don’t forget to disinfect your tools after.
15. “A cast iron circle with raised edges and a zero”
Answer: I think it’s a support for an old waffle maker.
16. “I found this while cleaning out an old cedar closet. Had a bendy spring in the middle. Looks like it hangs on a door?”
Answer: I think it’s a vintage hat display stand. If you Google it, there are a lot that have the springy bit and the pull cord (it probably lets you pull the hat down and to the sides to examine it rather than touching the hat itself). Yours seems to be held by sliding onto a table edge rather than sitting on the table itself. So you’re holding it sideways.
17. “What is this stuff growing out of the nail holes in my ceiling?”
Answer: That’s termite frass. You’ve got bad termites and you’ll want to deal with it ASAP.
18. “I just bought a house and this weird triangle holder thing is by my kitchen sink. What is it?”
Answer: It’s a dishtowel holder. Take the corner of your dishtowel and put it to the back of the triangle, then pull down on the towel and it’s held in place.
19. “Found this buried in the garden, very tough glass.”
Answer: My father repaired TVs for decades. I can confirm this one is the glass back.
20. “I bought these at a thrift store. Thought it was a bar spoon but I’m not certain.”
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Answer: They’re ice cream spoons.
21. “I found this in our kitchen drawer when I moved in, none of my roommates have any idea. What is this thing?”
Answer: It’s a part of a tea infuser.
22. “Found these when clearing out my dad’s wardrobe. Any idea what you’d hang on them?”
23. “It is made of steel/iron and is heavier than it looks. We’re not sure if it’s a tool or some type of kitchenware.”
Answer: Apparently it’s a meat tenderizer.
24. “Delicate wooden whisk type thing that fits into a small vase item with openings on both ends. What is it? I’m so curious!”
Answer: It’s a matcha whisk and whisk holder.
Which one of these did you instantly know the purpose of? Do you have any mysterious things around your house that you can’t figure out? Share them with us and let’s solve the mystery together!
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We Adopted a Silent Boy — His First Words a Year Later Shattered Everything: “My Parents Are Alive”
When we adopted Bobby, a silent five-year-old boy, we thought time and love would heal his pain. But on his sixth birthday, he shattered our lives with five words: “My parents are alive.” What happened next revealed truths we never saw coming.
I always thought becoming a mother would be natural and effortless. But life had other plans.
When Bobby spoke those words, it wasn’t just his first sentence. It was the beginning of a journey that would test our love, our patience, and everything we believed about family.
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I used to think life was perfect. I had a loving husband, a cozy home, and a steady job that let me pursue my hobbies.
But something was missing. Something I felt in every quiet moment and every glance at the empty second bedroom.
I wanted a child.
When Jacob and I decided to start trying, I was so hopeful. I pictured late-night feedings, messy art projects, and watching our little one grow.
But months turned into years, and that picture never came to life.
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We tried everything from fertility treatments to visiting the best specialists in town. Each time, we were met with the same answer: “I’m sorry.”
The day it all came crashing down is etched in my mind.
We’d just left yet another fertility clinic. The doctor’s words echoed in my head.
“There’s nothing more we can do,” he’d said. “Adoption might be your best option.”
I held it together until we got home. As soon as I walked into our living room, I collapsed on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably.
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Jacob followed me.
“Alicia, what happened?” he asked. “Talk to me, please.”
I shook my head, barely able to get the words out. “I just… I don’t understand. Why is this happening to us? All I’ve ever wanted is to be a mom, and now it’s never going to happen.”
“It’s not fair. I know,” he said as he sat beside me and pulled me close. “But maybe there’s another way. Maybe we don’t have to stop here.”
“You mean adoption?” My voice cracked as I looked at him. “Do you really think it’s the same? I don’t even know if I can love a child that isn’t mine.”
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Jacob’s hands framed my face, and his eyes locked on mine.
“Alicia, you have more love in you than anyone I know. Biology doesn’t define a parent. Love does. And you… you’re a mom in every way that matters.”
His words lingered in my mind over the next few days. I replayed our conversation every time doubt crept in.
Could I really do this? Could I be the mother a child deserved, even if they weren’t biologically mine?
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Finally, one morning, as I watched Jacob sipping his coffee at the kitchen table, I made my decision.
“I’m ready,” I said quietly.
He looked up, his eyes filled with hope. “For what?”
“For adoption,” I announced.
“What?” Jacob’s face lit up. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”
“Wait,” I said, raising a brow. “You’ve already been thinking about this, haven’t you?”
He laughed.
“Maybe a little,” he confessed. “I’ve been researching foster homes nearby. There’s one not too far. We could visit this weekend if you’re ready.”
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“Let’s do this,” I nodded. “Let’s visit the foster home this weekend.”
The weekend arrived faster than I expected. As we drove to the foster home, I stared out the window, trying to calm my nerves.
“What if they don’t like us?” I whispered.
“They’ll love us,” Jacob said, squeezing my hand. “And if they don’t, we’ll figure it out. Together.”
When we arrived, a kind woman named Mrs. Jones greeted us at the door. She led us inside while telling us about the place.
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“We have some wonderful children I’d love for you to meet,” she said, guiding us to a playroom filled with laughter and chatter.
As my eyes scanned the room, they stopped on a little boy sitting in the corner. He wasn’t playing like the others. He was watching.
His big eyes were so full of thought, and they seemed to see right through me.
“Hi there,” I said, crouching down beside him. “What’s your name?”
He stared at me, silent.
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That’s when my gaze shifted from him to Mrs. Jones.
“Is he, uh, does he not talk?” I asked.
“Oh, Bobby talks,” she chuckled. “He’s just shy. Give him time, and he’ll come around.”
I turned back to Bobby, my heart aching for this quiet little boy.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bobby,” I said, even though he didn’t respond.
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Later, in her office, Mrs. Jones told us his story.
Bobby had been abandoned as a baby and left near another foster home with a note that read, His parents are dead, and I’m not ready to care for the boy.
“He’s been through more than most adults ever will,” she said. “But he’s a sweet, smart boy. He just needs someone to believe in him. Someone to care for him. And love him.”
At that point, I didn’t need more convincing. I was ready to welcome him into our lives.
“We want him,” I said, looking at Jacob.
He nodded. “Absolutely.”
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As we signed the paperwork and prepared to bring Bobby home, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope.
I didn’t know what challenges lay ahead, but I knew one thing for certain. We were ready to love this little boy with everything we had.
And that was only the beginning.
When we brought Bobby home, our lives changed in ways we never could have imagined.
From the moment he walked into our house, we wanted him to feel safe and loved. We decorated his room with bright colors, shelves full of books, and his favorite dinosaurs.
But Bobby remained silent.
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He observed everything with those big, thoughtful eyes like he was trying to figure out if this was real or just temporary. Jacob and I poured every ounce of love we had into him, hoping he’d open up.
“Do you want to help me bake cookies, Bobby?” I’d ask, crouching down to his level.
He’d nod, his tiny fingers grabbing the cookie cutters, but he never said a word.
One day, Jacob took him to soccer practice and cheered on from the sidelines.
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“Great kick, buddy! You’ve got this!” he shouted.
But Bobby? He just smiled faintly and stayed quiet.
At night, I read him bedtime stories.
“Once upon a time,” I’d begin, peeking over the book to see if he was paying attention.
He always was, but he never spoke.
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Months passed like this. We didn’t push him because we knew he needed time.
Then his sixth birthday approached, and Jacob and I decided to throw him a small party. Just the three of us and a cake with little dinosaurs on top.
The look on his face when he saw the cake was worth every bit of effort.
“Do you like it, Bobby?” Jacob asked.
Bobby nodded and smiled at us.
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As we lit the candles and sang “Happy Birthday,” I noticed Bobby staring at us intently. When the song ended, he blew out the candles, and for the first time, he spoke.
“My parents are alive,” he said softly.
Jacob and I exchanged shocked glances, unsure if we’d heard him correctly.
“What did you say, sweetheart?” I asked, kneeling beside him.
He looked up at me and repeated the same words.
“My parents are alive.”
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I couldn’t believe my ears.
How could he know that? Was he remembering something? Had someone told him?
My mind raced, but Bobby said nothing more that night.
Later, as I tucked him into bed, he clutched his new stuffed dinosaur and whispered, “At the foster place, the grownups said my real mommy and daddy didn’t want me. They’re not dead. They just gave me away.”
His words broke my heart and made me curious about the foster home. Were his parents really alive? Why didn’t Mrs. Jones tell us this?
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The next day, Jacob and I returned to the foster home to confront Mrs. Jones. We needed answers.
When we told her what Bobby had said, she looked uncomfortable.
“I… I didn’t want you to find out this way,” she admitted, wringing her hands. “But the boy is right. His parents are alive. They’re wealthy and, uh, they didn’t want a child with health issues. They paid my boss to keep it quiet. I didn’t agree with it, but it wasn’t my call.”
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“What health issues?” I asked.
“He wasn’t well when they abandoned him, but his illness was temporary,” she explained. “He’s all good now.”
“And the story about that note? Was it all made up?”
“Yes,” she confessed. “We made that story up because our boss said so. I’m sorry for that.”
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Her words felt like a betrayal. How could someone abandon their own child? And for what? Because he wasn’t perfect in their eyes?
When we got home, we explained everything to Bobby in the simplest way we could. But he was adamant.
“I wanna see them,” he said, clutching his stuffed dinosaur tightly.
Despite our reservations, we knew we had to honor his request. So, we asked Mrs. Jones for his parents’ address and contact details.
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At first, she didn’t allow us to contact them. But when we told her about Bobby’s situation and how he was so desperate to see them, she was compelled to change her decision.
Soon, we drove Bobby to his parents’ place. We had no idea how he’d react, but we were sure this would help him heal.
When we reached the towering gates of the mansion, Bobby’s eyes lit up in a way we’d never seen before.
As we parked our car and walked toward it, he clung to my hand and his fingers tightly gripped mine as if he’d never let go.
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Jacob knocked on the door, and a few moments later, a well-dressed couple appeared. Their polished smiles faltered the second they saw Bobby.
“Can we help you?” the woman asked in a shaky voice.
“This is Bobby,” Jacob said. “Your son.”
They looked at Bobby with wide eyes.
“Are you my mommy and daddy?” the little boy asked.
The couple looked at each other and it seemed like they wanted to disappear. They were embarrassed and started explaining why they gave their child up.
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“We thought,” the man began. “We thought we were doing the right thing. We couldn’t handle a sick child. We believed someone else could give him a better life.”
I felt my anger rising, but before I could say anything, Bobby stepped forward.
“Why didn’t you keep me?” he asked, looking straight into his birth parents’ eyes.
“We, uh, we didn’t know how to help you,” the woman said in a shaky voice.
Bobby frowned. “I think you didn’t even try…”
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Then, he turned to me.
“Mommy,” he began. “I don’t want to go with the people who left me. I don’t like them. I want to be with you and Daddy.”
Tears filled my eyes as I knelt beside him.
“You don’t have to go with them,” I whispered. “We’re your family now, Bobby. We’re never letting you go.”
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Jacob placed a protective hand on Bobby’s shoulder.
“Yes, we’re never letting you go,” he said.
The couple said nothing except awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. Their body language told me they were ashamed, but not one word of apology escaped their lips.
As we left that mansion, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. That day, Bobby had chosen us, just as we had chosen him.
His actions made me realize we weren’t just his adoptive parents. We were his real family.
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Bobby flourished after that day, his smile growing brighter and his laughter filling our home. He began to trust us completely, sharing his thoughts, his dreams, and even his fears.
Watching him thrive, Jacob and I felt our family was finally complete. We loved it when Bobby called us “Mommy” and “Daddy” with pride.
And every time he did, it reminded me that love, not biology, is what makes a family.
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