An archaeological dig.

This evening, while digging through the mountainous mess that has accumulated atop his desk over the past year, Andy unearthed a mysterious card (written in an unknown, decidedly grannyish hand) featuring a recipe for Elephant Stew.
Hours later, its origins and author continue to elude him.

It's moments like these that make me rethink my compulsive cleanliness. If Andy lets his rubbish and rubble accumulate and germinate long enough, he might eventually unearth something far more valuable and bizarre than an Elephant Stew recipe. A deed to the Taj Mahal, perhaps. Or maybe a Suzuki violin. Or even better, an infant Wookie.
Anything, apparently, is possible.