Meteorite Patrol

So you told me this mysterious suit comes from an actual meteor called Venom. Right, message received: forget socks, search for outer space rocks! I swung up the kitchen cabinet handles and landed on the sill beside a potted succulent. Deep in the dry potting soil, something dark, jagged, and faintly sparkly was sticking out like an impact crater. I crouched low, poked it gingerly, and gave it a heroic heave. No extraterrestrial roar, no living alien goo—just an ordinary chunk of dark volcanic lava rock, leaving my fingertips thoroughly dusted with black grit. Still, I dusted off my palms and set it upright like a mini monument. You never know when deep space might call!