“Evan? Where did you get that purple rubber glove?”
“I found it.”
“Where did you find it?”
“In Ms. B’s yard.”
“The yard where the paramedics were? Please throw that in the trash.”
“Noooo. It’s my superhero glove.”
“I will get you a new glove. That one has to be thrown in the trash.”
“… grumble, mumble, complain …”

Dear Rural Metro,
Please do a better post-incident equipment inventory. It would be really helpful if your medical waste wasn’t scattered in the yards where children play.
Thanks,
Evan’s Mom