And um, fear-with-a-little-curiosity-and-fascination-mixed-in.
Because, while I did recognize the garment, I couldn't identify what had died on it and then possibly ran over it with a Mack truck a few times before leaving it to decompose in a deep hole inhabited by rabid skunks and sewage for a few years BEFORE it ended up in the laundry pile.
I started to call out to the family member who owned this offensive article to ask exactly what-the-heck had been done to this particular piece of clothing and then I decided,
I really didn't want to know.
Thank goodness, we have garbage pick-up on our street this week.