Well, at some point during that afternoon, the Silly Putty needed to be removed from the sight of a certain baby, so I stuck the ball in my back pocket. I have no idea why I didn't put it up on a shelf or something instead. Of course I promptly forgot what was in my pocket. You can imagine what happened after I sat down a few times.
That is how my jeans ended up in the freezer a couple of days later. (One of the first lines of defense against Silly Putty stains is to freeze the offended clothing and then chip the Putty off with a knife. Side note: that treatment is very ineffective.)
So, just after I had placed my jeans between the salmon burgers and the peas, I resumed my spot at the kitchen sink to wash dishes. I began to wonder where the actual ball of Silly Putty had ended up after I took it out of my pocket. I started to worry that it might show up again on another article of clothing. Just then, I looked up and saw a squirrel jump up on our backyard deck. The little guy was excited about some new find and was nibbling furiously. His prize didn't look like an acorn. It was a sort of neon-orange color.
Hope the poor squirrel fared better than my jeans!