Last night, among the dirty dishes, laundry and cat hair tumbleweeds of the Self-designed Student Household Formation, we found a fossil. It took us several hundred nanoseconds to remove it from the bedroom matrix, but eventually, we had a beautifully-preserved specimen. After some final cleaning and field note-taking we tried to find out where, exactly, the bone belonged. J called the process a "common paleontological game."
Was it part of the mental protuberance?
Perhaps a tooth?
In the end, J decided that the bone was actually a nose spike. However, he had a nagging suspicion that he might someday be proven wrong.