The case of the unknown toothpick

Our in-house guests have arrived and there’s a toothpick on the bathroom counter. I’m unsure of the heritage of this toothpick, so I’ve been carefully avoiding it. I thought about throwing it away instead of pushing it around with my contact lens case, but a toothpick, like chewed gum, is an intimate item that requires the attention of its owner in such matters. And so it sits.