Bag Snagger needed?

bagsnaggerI am not sure what this artifact is. I encountered it in the Haisley schoolyard on my return trip this morning when it was light out. Maybe someone can figure it out and enlighten me? It does not (exactly) look like a plastic shopping bag plus there is that bottle(?) attached to it and the thing at the top looks like an eye or something. Kite? I dunno. I was kind of wishing I had a Bag Snagger. Maybe I should buy one. Ya think? If I ever decide to execute the R Word, this could be a new career. I could write interesting blahg posts and maybe even a book (but I think the book has already been written). Maybe I’ll put Bag Snagger on my Mother’s Day List. (Disclaimer: I do not have a Mother’s Day List although a flat or two of impatiens usually get conjured up for me to pot. And no that is not a hint.)

I have subscribed to the New Yorker magazine for many years. For a long time it was the dead tree version but now it is (I think) the online version. I have had some difficulties with my subscription so I’m not exactly sure what my status is at this point. Like I was positive that I had changed it all over to online but then I had trouble getting to it online and then I started getting the dead tree version, which goes straight into the recycle because by then I had figured out the online subscription. I’m not sure that sentence made any sense, at least I could not track it and I *wrote* it.

So, back in the day, I always seemed to have a stack of New Yorkers to read. I have loved the New Yorker since I used to read it at Radical Betty’s house when I was a “kid”. I subscribed to it as an “adult” as soon as I could “afford” it. How many of y’all have ever had a stack of New Yorkers hanging around? It’s easier to let the unread digital version stack up somehow. I’m not sure I find the words to say why because I do also get stressed out with digital clutter. Just delete it, KW. It’s the equivalent of 50 years worth of stacks of newspapers in a hoarder house. Although I doubt that my iPhone will ever kill me if it falls over on me, like a big stack of newspapers might.

One of my fave New Yorker articles *ever* was the Bag Snagger article. It turns out I read it in 2004 in the Dead Tree version of the magazine. I apologize if you cannot get to the bag snagger article without a subscription. If you’re interested you can google and maybe find the original Bag Snaggers. These people would find bags up in trees with packages of underwear (new with receipts and everything) and whatever in them. How did they get up there? I was fascinated.

Ever since I read that article, I have noticed plastic bag-like things in trees. During the period of time that my old coot was incarcerated in the Henry Ford Hoosegow (2006) and I was driving over there every day, there was one particularly bizarre “bag” that desperately needed snagging. More likely it was a big plastic tarp that flew off somebody’s trailer and stuck onto a couple of trees, slowly shredding in the weather. Every time I drove by that thing, I would think to myself, “Bag Snagger needed.” I used to know the mile marker. Alas, that was 10 years ago now and it is long gone.

One Response to “Bag Snagger needed?”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Interesting. I would like to think it’s some kind of weird bird feeder. 😉