More Lamentations from the Cider-Maker’s Wife

I couldn’t get the Little Monster’s bath water to fill this morning. Upon closer inspection, I could see something stuck in the drain, preventing the plug from sealing. Lego? Gum-wad? Fake coin? Precious stone? Something I really didn’t want to get my fingers on without first identifying it?

I managed to pry it out: a bottle cap. Not this kind:


This kind:


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