Kyle was fairly - no, reasonably sure this was a knitting needle, rather than a crochet hook, if only because it was perfectly straight. Straightness is a pretty big failing in a hook. He's also sure that knitting needles come in sets of two, because his mom yelled at him one time when he borrowed one half of a set to use as a sword. (She hadn't appreciated him trying to use it to slay the dragon Ike, either.) Yet it's definitely alone in the world and therefore pretty useless, except maybe for stabbing someone with. Not that he would - he wouldn't be seen using a sissy knitting needle as a weapon any longer. He was ten, for Abraham's sake. He glanced around.

"This place needs more bins."

And he doesn't really want to be seen carrying knitting implements, even if they are useless.