Treasure Hunt

There is a space between our counter top and oven. Things fall down the dark crevice never to be seen again.
It's disgusting, but I try not to think about it.
However, tonight, when two pieces of poultry tumbled down the deep crack, I knew something had to be done. John asked me to leave the kitchen to protect me from whatever grossness he may find.
In addition to decomposed vegetables (I know for a fact carrots were down there), he found a mysterious knife that never belonged to us. John thinks it was involved in a crime. 
Don't worry. We threw it out.