It Wasn't a Leaf
In our house, you have to be careful when you reach down to pick something up. This morning, I bent down to pick up a leaf, but it wasn't a leaf. Ewwww - it was a hairball! Not technically ball-shaped though, more like leaf-shaped, which is why I picked it up. When I felt the wet mushiness of it, I screamed a little. Oy vey. Just another day in our house.
We have one long-haired cat, Violet. I use the "Furminator" to comb her and keep her well-groomed, but inevitably, I find tufts of her fur all over the house. Usually, I examine the offending object closely to make sure it's not a wet, gooey hairball, and when, to my satisfaction, it passes the "just a clump of Violet's (dry) fur," then I pick it up.
The same thing happens when I bend over to pick up a "dust bunny" and it turns out to be a dried up spider! I can't help it. I scream.
The moral of the story: make sure you have good light so you can see what it is that you're picking up off the floor!