Long-time readers of this LJ know that when I moved into my house, Ivan quickly built two large junk sculptures in the yard: The "Robot" made from a discarded satellite dish, and the "spaceship" planter made from a 8 foot fiberglass boat that our neighbors threw out. These remained even after he moved out because 1) I like them 2) it's not like Ivan would have had room for them at his apartment 3) you wanna try moving a literal boatload of dirt and plants?
So Ivan was over this weekend, arriving after sundown. In the morning, he saw the new sculpture and said; "Hey, when did you get this?", so I told him. He jokingly said "I don't know how I feel about other men leaving sculptures in your yard". heh. The creative/prank impulse as a metaphor for infidelity amuses me.
Other women take lovers; it is apparently my vice to take sculptures inappropriate for their creators' yards. Call it polyartory, or something.