My sister made a quilted wall hanging for me when I was first married. We had some work done on the house and everything got very dusty unexpectedly. I put it in a black plastic garbage bag along with a set of curtains I made for my dining room to take to the cleaners. I set the bag at the top of the stairs to carry to the car. Well, you can probably guess what happened next. My husband thought it was garbage, grabbed it, and ran to the curb with it as the truck pulled up. By the time I got out of the shower, dressed, and went to grab the bag it was gone forever. I cried for days. I have never used a garbage bag for anything but garbage since that day.