The internet is packed with challenges like optical illusions and puzzles like Wordle, all designed to test our brains. One of the latest is a picture called “I’m sure you can’t find the 4th object,” and it’s got people stumped.
The image shows three people at the toilets—one woman sitting down and two others standing by their toilets. On the side of the picture, there’s a list of objects to find: an egg, a glove, an envelope, and a crutch.
But what about the crutch?
ChatGPT said:
ChatGPT
If you want to try finding the objects yourself, stop here because the answers are coming up…
Since the objects are beige, they can be tricky to see at first. The brown glove is on the skirt of the person standing in the middle. The egg is on the nose of the person on the left, and the envelope is turned sideways to blend in with the bathroom tiles on the wall.
But where’s the crutch?
No matter how hard you look, you won’t find a crutch in the picture because there isn’t one.
The creator’s profile hints at how to figure it out by saying, “Tap the + to see it.” But this just makes you follow their account, and you still won’t see a crutch since it’s not there.
This is a common trick to gain followers, so if you’re puzzled by something on TikTok, keep in mind that it might just be a way to get you to follow them!
Neighbor Wouldn’t Turn Off His Bright Floodlights at Night, I Deftly Managed the Situation and Maintained Harmony
When my neighbor wouldn’t turn off his bright floodlights at night, my husband and I needed a clever solution to keep the peace.
When the Thompsons moved in next door, they seemed friendly. My wife, Gia, and Susan, the neighbor, quickly bonded while chatting over unpacked boxes. We thought we finally had some neighbors our age to socialize with. Mark, the husband, was often away for work, while Susan stayed home and had a long list of phobias, including fear of the dark, thunderstorms, snakes, clowns, and spiders.
As time passed, Susan’s fear of the dark created an issue that affected Gia and me. Their floodlights, installed soon after they moved in, were excessively bright, like those outside prisons. Gia joked that they could probably be seen from space.
Despite our attempts to address the issue, Susan insisted she needed the lights on for safety when Mark was away. We tried thick curtains and rearranging our bedroom, but nothing helped. After a week of sleepless nights, I approached Susan, asking her to turn off the floodlights after midnight, as they shined directly into our bedroom. She explained her need for safety and refused my suggestion to install a timer.
After several attempts to reason with her and Mark, who felt similarly protective of Susan, we continued to lose sleep. Frustrated, I considered drastic measures, like unscrewing the bulbs or using a pellet gun, but Gia reminded me to stay calm. Instead, she suggested a harmless plan while she and Susan went out for nails.
The next day, I climbed a ladder and slightly unscrewed each bulb to disrupt the connection. That night, when Susan turned on the lights, they flickered and went out. Gia and I finally enjoyed peaceful sleep. Surprisingly, days turned into weeks, and the lights stayed off.
However, one day, I saw Mark fixing the bulbs again. The floodlights blazed back to life that night, and I knew I had to repeat my trick. This cycle continued for months—every time Mark tightened the bulbs, I loosened them.
Then one Saturday, as I trimmed the hedges, Mark approached me. He mentioned his floodlights kept going out, and I managed to keep a straight face while agreeing it might be due to vibrations from the street. I suggested he could leave them off, and he seemed to consider it. After that conversation, Gia and I enjoyed our peaceful, dark evenings once again.
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