When you tear up pictures you hate, you might want to make sure the pieces are so small that there's nothing interesting to see. That way you can avoid finding yourself on my wesbite.

This was found Saturday, April 12th, 2003. It was blowing around on the sidewalk on Preston street, near the Queensway. Michelle, with her amazing eyesight, spotted it and snatched it up immediately.

We looked around for other picture pieces, but this was the only one we could find amongst the assorted scraps of paper littering the sidewalk.