Probably what I'm doing with a huge stash of quilting fabric I inherited from my aunt: Make tote bags with it.
WWYD if you opened the front door and there was a crayfish-looking thing on your front step?
(This actually happened, by the way. We lived close to a ditch, and apparently one of the local fauna decided to take a walking tour. It disappeared while I was telling my older sister about it, but my younger sister and brother had seen it. Don't know where it went.)