Ever wonder about those bits and pieces of threads that you throw away? I've cross stitched in many beautiful states across America and the tiny bits of thread too short to re-thread a needle with have been held up to the opened window and let go. It never fails. Every single time I do this, I wonder if it will end up in a birds nest in some tall tree. I wonder if someone just may pull over one day and happen to look down and see the bright colored thread and wonder where it came from. Will they pick it up to see what kind of thread it is? Will it be picked up by the wind and carried to a bubbling stream or river and float for miles? Do you ever wonder?