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What I did find was pecans, pecans, pecans, and more pecans. For you see, dementia has turned my dear grandmother into a squirrel. She gets up in the morning and stays all day in the yard looking and picking up pecans. Then she finds bowls, trash cans, buckets, or bags to keep them. After she works for hours on end picking up pecans, she then spends time in hiding them and burying her treasure in her home. She hides them in closets, under beds, in the towels in the bathroom, and in the old record player in her room. I found a pan of them in the microwave, dishwasher, and stove.